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Feb 2014
And as I walk upon this road
I do not feel it pull my feet
Not forward, on to my abode,
Nor tugging back, toward retreat

My steps are neither heavy nor light
My progress neither fast nor slow
So rather sorry is my plight
By my own power, I must go
Eliana
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Eliana  Israel
(Israel)   
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