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My voice become lost in translation, somewhere along the way.
But somehow the message came through.
Now I can finally hear my song again.
and this time I am not afraid.
I feel life’s gentle hand touching me across my shoulder.
I can smell all of life’s wonders.
The sky has become clear,
clear enough to count every star.
I smell life in the wind, in its breeze and it brings me home again.

Xo