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Dawning of a New World

A spring wind blows across the grass caressing my frozen cheek. Dawn extends beyond the bounds of my sight. Earth whispers a song of hope, through my barren feet, as they traverse her facade. Hope rides the wind like a curious child and passion runs in its wake.

Where will they take me?

Earth, has her rules, and her favorite children can make her sing with great volume.

The voyage of the crossing was hard and long. Past failure made the journey crucial. My imagination works to construct a vision of the future. Will I lead or be lead?

“Is this the new world, daddy,” croons her tender voice, washing over my ears like spring rain.

I gaze down at that sweet little face, “Yes, my love, this is the new world.” I clasp her tiny hand in mine.

“Together we will entice the new world to sing.”
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