Tag: Freedom
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Zephyr
Through the wood the little breeze licks the loose leaves as it curls its way around. Gently bouncing off trees and shrubs alike, silent but ever present, it dances as it makes its own way ever forward. Aiming to be free from the restrictions of the forest, and out into the open. Ready and prepared…
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High-Flyer!
Clutching broomstickCackling loudlyShe circlesSwoopsAnd dives. She sings an enchanting dittyAs she passes across the Full Moon. She’s searching for something… She notices me, cackles once more and flies high into the morning sky, becoming a tiny speck against the bright whiteness of the Moon – before hurtling back down toward me at great speeds. “’Tis…