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“The familiar tune returns,
its drifting quality heightened in pitch,
like the sound of a bird,
free flying through the soft breeze.

I allow myself to believe
that I may just be that bird,
taking a small adventure
across my tiny island.

I could have wings that soar,
high above the red stained streets
into a much calmer, brighter sky.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry