My soul rises on the wings of the dawn; I am the Angel of Crisis…
I soar with the birds…
I rise and fall; the ebb and flow of life… I greet the Sun as he rises over this weary world, and I welcome him with a sigh of relief; I have made it through one more night, I am intact, I am whole, I am alive, I am indeed grateful and in love…
My heart is where it should be…
I ride the currents of the wind, surfing through light upon light…
upon light; interwoven together, such a fine tapestry, constantly searching for and clinging to every new shade of light, for each one is more precious than the last …
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