I walked over hills
& lush green valleys. Through the soles of my feet I could hear my ancestors,
their ancient voices calling to my weary soul, vibrating through my veins &
settling in that very deep place within my lost heart. In the timbre of their silent
beckoning, my steps quickened, my legs lightened & I sprouted wings big enough
to fly. The world lifted from my bent demeanour, the weight fell from the shoulders
of time & I flew. I flew high, I flew light, & I flew home, home to those
ancient voices of the smiling light, happy at last in their beckoning of belonging.
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