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Destiny What road, what dusty trail, my destiny decided (lifetimes ago) of people met, people yet to meet, places yet to go. Touch (untouch) in dreams create eagle feathers, angel wings, radiant light in darkest night, from depths of sorrow to love ignite. Archer, warrior, songster, chief, (signals smoke across the sky) the raven spoke, to her I listened -- together, forever we will fly. First Place Winner in the
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