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Now I can run on the wind
My skin like
a velvet shiver on the breeze
My hoofs passing over the grass
In leaps too great to be measured
My mane tumbling
like the boiling clouds
You will feel my breath
In the warmth of summer
You will hear my heart beat
In the sounds
of the sky
Now I can run
In these great, wide rolling hills of time
I am truly free
Here in the spaces of your
heart
~Nancy J. Bailey
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