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And then it begins, the quiver in my thighsthat tells me that it is now timeto rise. And, so, I rock, fingers peelingfrom the earth, toes clutching the stone beneath my feet, and I feelmyself hover, momentarily, in thatspace between earth and sky,and then I fly up into the heavensuntil I am standing again.
Erika Burkhalter
David Rudder
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