Freedom* is like water it shapes anything it will hold seeking words like faith, and courage it responds to what it's told. Freedom rushes danger even in the face of death willing itself into this form until it finally rests. Freedom speaks to every color it does not pick, and choose pouring its shape forever until it rests in you.
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