how many times she’d dreamt
of flying ...
of dying ...
of being free
no longer tethered
by an invisible thread
in dreams
she never quite made it,
never drifted high enough
never found the release mechanism
... until now ...
letting go of the past
the pain, the futility
with one final breath -
she was one
with all
moving in every direction
... free flying













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