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Her dreams floated to the surface with memories of a crystal necklace sparkling upon her neck
Shells were strung between the small bare trees lining the riverbank. The island was littered
with clam and oyster shells,.... feasts by the settlers of long ago.
A rich dark brown bed of leaves provided the soft footage that her ravaged feet needed , and there was so much more to go.
The narrative detailing her escape was forever imprinted on her mind.
A national sense of pride warmed her soul as she shared the love of friends circling the glow of the campfire.
The word, dogmatic, described the essence she felt when her brother was in his mood of ranting intolerance.
They called her a savage. She lived outdoors and was comfortable with the birds, wind,
and silence for companions.
Her moment gazing far above the infinity of the red rock landscape felt dreamlike.
She hid behind the old Mennonite silo on the edge of the forest. The white beacon of
plenty meant folks lived nearby,.....she missed folks but feared their intrusion in her secret
world.
The word "homeless" didn't mean the same anymore. She felt at home in the forest of her
new comrades...a kind, and conscious circle of dedicated preservers of the blue flame creed.
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