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Oct 2013
.....She came for me, at the last possible moment

Seconds before I was to be swallowed into the dark place which
none have returned from...

She held her hand out to me, smiling as she pulled me out...

Her timing, impeccable.
My gratitude, immeasurable.

I dust myself off, gently grasp her hand, and together we continue onward towards the light
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
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