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Question:If I were to say to you that, "I am a stranger traveling from the East, seeking that which is lost..."
"And She Was Gone"She chose to walk alone, though others wondered whyRefused to look before her, kept eyes cast upwards towards the skyShe didn't have companions; no need for earthly thingsOnly wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet stringsShe longed to be a bird, that she might fly awayShe pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stayShe longed to be a flame that brightly danced aloneFelt jealous of the steam that made the air its only homeSome say she wished too hard; some say she wished too longBut we awoke one autumn day to find that she was goneThe trees, they say, stood witness; the sky refused to tellBut someone who had seen it said the story played out wellShe spread her arms out wide, breathed in the break of dawnShe just let go of all she held... and then she was gone.
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