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  • She looked at her hands
    they were fists
    but not the fighting kind
    they clutched and held tight
    and for that there was the punishment of a special sort of agony
    she would, could, open her arms
    but it was not for letting go
    she wanted to hold it all
    embrace life
    and her open arms were an invitation
    to the sun the moon
    to love and healing
    hope and dreams
    she wanted to embrace it all
    she wanted to give, bestow
    she wanted the wind to embrace her
    lead the dance
    and she knew
    knew for sure
    the only way to have it all was to let go
    open hands
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