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Apr 2016
She drove her spirits into the lake, the water dripping up her arms and wrapping her in a cocoon of silk made from the fine hands of the waves. The refine sown fabric blurred her vision, tainting her body in blue feathers. As she closed her eyes, she gave into the lake. It took hold of her skin like a bare canvas and moulded the girl into its desired wish. She felt herself falling only to realize she was becoming shorter, her hands unable to move from her body and her legs trapped in the silk waters. Soon the cocoon fell apart and her vision cleared, the girl's beautiful figure now the one of a swan. The feathers wrapped her like a hug, and she felt the freedom her other skin could not. It was with white wings and opal eyes that she finally found herself. Not the blue things on both sides of her nose and the brown curls covering her head in a cascade of judgement.
Julie
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Julie  ..a quiet place in Canada
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   Keith Labonte
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