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The The Depths Of Freedom (What A Beautiful Night)

Like dew pearls glistening on a moonlit winters night, were the hours before dawn in her memory.
She wanted to treasure this moment.
To keep within the very depths of her soul the picture of her last night in this world.
Great Orion in the sky looked upon her; almost, she could see a knowing smile play across his features.
The peaks of the rocky cliffside loomed behind her.
As if pushing her towards the ocean at her feet.
Saying it was now too late for turning back
But she didn't want to go back anyway.
The ocean called to her, beckoning her forward.
Letting her know that within its depths held freedom.
The rough pebbles beneath her feet she paid no heed.
The biggest and brightest moon she had ever seen loomed over the ocean ahead of her.
'How lovely, ' she thought, 'to leave this world under such a beautiful moon.'
The skirt of her white, silk nightdress fluttered in the faint ocean breeze coming from the water.
Then, as a strong ocean wind skated off the sea, blowing her thick black tresses around her face, she took one tentative step forward.
Then another, becoming confident with every step.
Knowing she was headed towards freedom.
Her skirt billowed out in the strong wind.
Her nostrils flared, taking in, absorbing the salt in the air.
She kept putting one foot in front of the other.
And when her toes touched the ice-cold sea she did not stop.
The winter wind played havoc with her senses, but she did not shy.
She could see freedom.
What a beautiful night.
The icey sea lapped around her knees.
Still she went forward. Forward. Forward.
Down. Down. Down. Down.
Into the depths of freedom.
A wave crashed against her face, burning in is lust for the shore.
She took one last look at the moon -how beautiful- before taking one last step.
Down. Down. Down.
To freedom.
What a beautiful night.

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