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White-picket fences, passerby glances,

Sun-glistened hedges and regal chapels

Decorate the periphery

As I ride through their territory,

One thread in the quilt of this story

Drawn into the current.

Once I had no air so went nowhere,

And could not at all see the trees

Despite the fact they were standing there

Immersed quite salient in the breeze.

Glow of life surrounds me now

Like a best friend reaching out –

Arms hugging, pulse rushing.

I experience revival.