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Jan 2018
She stands alone in a snowstorm.
Hours ago, the people of her town ran for cover,
but this is a woman who defies the norm.
She follows a feeling, the desire to discover.

The snow is vicious and swarms,
swirling around and above her.
Her hair lifts and spirals in free form.
Her arms rise; in the howling wind they hover.
Fear is absent, she feels only power.
ashley lingy
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ashley lingy  27/F/The Island of Misfit Toys
(27/F/The Island of Misfit Toys)   
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