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I don't know who speaks to me but I hear her breath Innumerable things are whispered in my soul every day every hour every minute I feel the warm of the sun within me and the cool of the moon without My heart hungers for healing my head for knowledge my body for freedom and power I don't know if she can give me this but I hear her... I see her... I feel her... 5 February 2003 (Close Window) Copyright 1990-2008 - Julie C. Coleman Do not reproduce without permission. |