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The Wanderer ................. 6Apr04
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2004 She... She opened the door and walked out of her house.
She carried a beat up green bag on her back.
She *didn't* look back.
She smiled.
The sun was going down in front of her.
The rays still warm as they caressed her face.
She walked on, through the woods.
The ragged hills were next.
She climbed.
She reached the top, and looked down.
The evergreens around her.
She wanted to jump, but not for the fall...
for the jump.
Yet she turned and walked on.
The field appeared in front of her, the west.
The burrs caught on her jeans.
She ignored 'em.
The wind tugged at her soul.
She felt it was friendlier than before.
Perhaps... it was more at ease.
The wind...
It celebrated her.
Her newfound freedoms.
The wanderer she has become.
She wandered on.
