She felt the breeze blow through her hair onto her face, she stood in the
total rapture of the moment, at peace amongst the sheer chaos of the events that just unfolded.
With a knowing sense she strode forward, amazingly
clear about where she was going, yet with no fixed destination. That
was the beauty of this moment, she was aware of the power & the
power was aware she was aware.
A passer by stops & turns to
look back to see where she was heading but there was no sight of her,
only the breeze blowing was left as his reminder & the smell of her
'May we live in peace without weeping. May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing. And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.'
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