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Sep 2014
Swinging is the closest I've felt to flying.
Closest to freedom.
And how can freedom be safe?
I can not fly safely.
I can not live safely.

No matter how beautifully it's built,
Even with the smoothest marble,
Or the shiniest metal,
Or the prettiest chains,

Your armor is still a cage.
Juhi Chavda
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Juhi Chavda  Mumbai, India.
(Mumbai, India.)   
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