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Oct 2009
The air surrounds me now.
I feel it.
It whispers to me as I float threw it, into it, and beyond it.
It does not stop me, nor does it control me.
All moves so slowly, but yet I move so fast.
All will be over soon.
The beauty will begin once again.
With out me.
09/10/08/ac
Written by
Anne Cameron
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