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I am not an author. Though I have been published I am just a teller of tales. Sit with me for a spell. Allow me to weave you a tale to take you through the night.

Spirit of Spring

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Many forms have been used as I travel this land. Always I hunt for it is my nature. It is the wildness within me that allows the shedding of human constraints. I slough off the veneer of civility and give voice to a cry of celebration. Alive I taste the dark blood racing through me.

My eyes search the spring sky. I lock upon the soaring hawk and will myself to become the master of the breeze. I float free. My humanity gladly traded for this moment unfettered. I have unchained me.  Awakened from the long dormant sleep I call. Awaiting one answer I am in tune. Make love to me gentle Spirit of Spring.