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Again she ran. Albeit, this time not with rage suppressing her footfalls and not with sorrow dampening her soul. Rather she ran simply to run. She ran to feel the wind against her skin and through her hair. The peregrine falcon found her and flew besides her. This time not to hunt, but simply to fly.
Crashing Tides
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