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Sep 2020
It was all the things that healed her soul
...casting the shadows of death to the light
transmuting ages of sorrow into peace

A time of gathering bits and pieces has begun
...releasing fates shadows to the original cast of players
moving with divine grace into each step taken

Walk here into this space of hope and dreams
...dance barefoot in the rain with blind abandonment
breathe in the sweet scent of the earth churned like the soul

Freedom had a price
...and she was penny poor
but here
         in this space
everything is hers

Dare to be...this is moment that defines you~
Tracey
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Tracey
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