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Written 22 days before my D-Day…the day the thieves finally stole both my thoughts and my ability to organize them.

Grace seeks sanctuary


It rained for 34 years

A constant drizzle of dampness which permeated the soul

and dampened the spirit’s birth-right of light

knowing nothing otherwise

her soul and body adapt

figuring into a semi-fish like thing.

when she was submerged in water, she forgot the rain

and it was a kind of grateful joy.

She could see others in the sunlight- their sunlight

And she longed to join them, stand next to them long enough

To warm her wet scaly skin just a bit

But she knew.

She knew joining their sun would put out the light and warmth they loved so much.

So she learned to love

from there.

She couldn’t know envy or wish the light for herself.

It being something different for her

Just not a part of her world.

The only argument for community she had was a falseness –

Her gift to pretend she didn’t rain.

She grew…

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