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| The Vision |
| My dearest,darling one As I sit here all alone, My thoughts have gone to flying To a nest I call my home. An eagle's what they call me, Big and brave and Free, But that's not how I'm feeling As I approach my tree. This nest in which I've landed Doesn't feel like such a home, But that's to be expected When you live there all alone. This Flying that I'm doing Riding wind and riding breeze Is the only way that I may find A source for mental ease. For this soaring Eagle Vision Has a much greater thruth It's one of my reality, About truly loving you. by Jennifer Leah Cox January 1994 |
| Midi playing:" Through Eagle Eyes" |
| Once again my daughter has given me a piece she has written.She is totally fascinated with the Indian cultures of our nation.When she saw this background she immediately asked me to put it with her writing. Hope you all enjoy what you see and read.. Judy a.k.a. Pinklady 12/11/00 |
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