I Imagine days that I am free by way of dreams, nestled in the arms of love, a deliverance that’s prevelantly adored many. Clouds cast high, no rain, just beautiful blue skies billowing steadily. It mesmerizes me, it’s everything I wanted…Then I wake to a cast of winds of cell doors and count calls.
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Nothing in this world last always Terry Little. This too shall pass. Continue to let your light shine. Stay free in your mind!