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Mar 2016
"As I stand on the edge, I feel the cool breeze flow through me.
I take in its energy, surround myself in its presence.
Becoming one with wind, I've found the necessary strength.
No longer grounded to Earth, I can fly.
Traveling far beyond the clouds, into the atmosphere."

Break free from your ties.
You are one.
The only you.
Spread your metaphorical wings and soar.
Find your life, your blood, your light.
I promise you its out there.
Its just waiting to be found.
Mark Marcil
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Mark Marcil  Connecticut
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