See how the feather freely floats,
caught in the draft of spirit,
she is learning now its language,
is resting in its merits.
SPIRIT
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
See how the feather freely floats,
caught in the draft of spirit,
she is learning now its language,
is resting in its merits.