The confines of my paralyzed condition hinder not my senses or imagination Unfettered A chariot of feathery clouds escort me to ethereal wildflower fields Overflowing with dancers just like me running free Whilst on earth A leafy ballet romances my eyes as a balmy breeze caresses The graceful [ ]
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