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The cold moon warms her bones

She felt free and wild. She felt beautiful. And that had not always been true. It was a long path to her freedom. But she had reached that point in her life.

She took off her shoes and placed them next to his. And then they ran and ran and giggled. Freedom really was divine. They then headed back into the water and waved goodbye to it all. There would be those who would want to catch them, but they never will. They followed the cold moon and let it warm their bones for eternity.

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