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“FREE”

Was the name
My shaman cousin
Chose for herself.
She was too
Raw to be human,
But also
Too magical.
She was a wildcrafting savant.
She could show up
At the forest
Or the sea
And they would give her
Everything.
She had no patience
For society.
My prayer is this:

I invite your
Traveller eyes
To help me weep
At the beauty
When I forget.
I invite your
Head-to-toe
Rope to tie
Me to people
And places
I need to find.
Thank you
For the gifts
You have given.
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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