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I am awake!
Yet I am not here!
Sleep is beckoning me like a moth to a golden flame, and I can taste the call of freedom, as my mind yearns to fly free from my body.
Was it only recently that my feelings caressed my soul and heart, through throbbing ruby red veins? Are they not the very same feelings that now urge me, to sleep, to slumber, and to dream?
Thus I yield!
To sleep!
To dream!
I so easily succumb, for I know that...
I’ll be travelling at the speed of light when I leave this wheelchair.

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    Frenchie over 6 years ago

    It is beautiful. Thank you

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    Rick Haynes over 6 years ago

    Thank you very much Francine.

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