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Jan 2015
It calls, it whispers.
The tone is soft and silk, my body stops as I listen.
Peace.
The Voice speaks to me, as it tells me
the secrets of life.

My body is warm and safe, as the voice
echos through the wind.
"My dear Child..."
it speaks.

I must follow it, as I enter into a world
of magnificent wonders.
The voice speaks leading me.
"My dear child, follow I..."
it swirls around me.

The voice calling ,
whispering and there.
"Follow, follow into the world of wonder..."
as I enter without
hesitation.

I enter and the voice continues,
through my soul and I.

The Voice.
TheSilentWarrior
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