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Calan Gaeaf 2018

By Susan Morgaine

Slowly, I inhale.

Consciously, I exhale.

Willingly, I descend.

I will fear,

but will not cower.

I do not wish to look,

but I will not close my eyes.

I may tremble,

but I will not fall.

I will be strong;

I will confront;

I will ascend, and

I will emerge.

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