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