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January 14, 2010

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my tightrope is always underneath me and most often I am barefoot on it, with my toes grasping for security. my hands hold, ever so gently to the long, wrapped in medical tape. balancing pole, and I whisper, "please god, don't let the wind blow today"....

I stare straight ahead, which is insanely impossible for me to do most days...and I tip toe, moving forward towards my dreams, while picturing myself with brilliant colored wings, acting as my security blanket....

so if I ever have to fly....well, I believe I can.

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