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  • Writer's pictureSeyoun Taylor


Change is on the horizon, I can feel it approaching in silence. Sometimes the anticipation can feel heavy, like a anchor drifting into the bottom of the sea. At times, I question what does this change want with me. My need for stagnancy is rooted through me like a tree. I know what I must do, accept the change that’s coming my way. I know I shouldn’t be afraid, but I can’t help but feel this way. I hear whispers through the wind telling me, “I come to release the chains, bound to your feet, so you can fly high and feel the wind caressing your wings.”

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