It’s like ‘walking in the air and floating in the moonlit sky.’
The wagon load of guilt that pervaded and doomed every ‘tick of the clock’ has suddenly vanished. Now, I’m so light feathered, I can fly. The world is below and I’m above. Every passer by cheers and applauds and everything is white and chaste.
There’s every reason to smile and hope, every reason to live.
Amazing it is but strange too to witness this twist of fate.
Let this be everlasting, that's my PLEA!
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