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Sep 9
Freedom is found, in the stillness of the morning.
When the world is at rest.
Freedom is that gentle breeze.
That brushes upon your cheeks.
Freedom is the gentle rain.
That brings one peace of mind.
Freedom is when love is spread.
To join the world 🌍 as one.
Written by
Laura
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