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Liberty
We waded knee deep
The bayou was like an old book
She moved with her eyes closed, letting peach light dance in the shade of oak trees
Up to our ears in southern mud
In the muck of one another's lives, we found each others arms
We spent our whole lives waiting
Lady Liberty
And when it is found, it is the most precious thing - the search is worth the time, the finding worth the waiting. - Lady A -