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Soaring The frozen surface of New Hampshire’s Squam reflects the sunset’s clouds, which swirl on high, I glide upon her breast on skates and sigh alone in winter silence, cold and calm. Quick slicing through the cold, blue ice, my blades flash brightly as I move. I soar and dance as all creation’s beauty I romance swirl lightly, turning in a fine glissade. Liberated from my weight, I sing life’s wonder, fully one with earth and sky, Exuberantly graceful in my glide Whole in my gratitude for everything. What matter that I’m here in thought alone My heart is free and flying slowly home. |
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