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Escape By: Dorothy Marie Koveal on 10/21/2001; 5:56 PM Slicing through thick plush forests that not a ray of life-giving light can penetrate, pure white cotton gowns are torn and stained as the trees grab at hair and face. Heart wrenching screams from beyond the forest are all that survive its stifling darkness, and all that determine our heroin's emotions of true, life-threatening fear. She feels the small breaks of warmth in the suffocating branches of the canopy, as the screams grow louder and the light grows brighter she knows her salvation may lead to her death. The final branches peel themselves back from her path and the deprived roots sink into the soft soil, she runs into the clearing fully armed and prepared for battle but all she finds is peaceful silence and one soul. Screams from the forest forced into her mind the one fear that nestled deep within her breast, the fear of death. Now, in the warm clearing, all of her light and hope generates from one soul. She runs to the solitary soul, hers eternally, and grasps her love as though she may lose him forever. And now, as the tattered cardboard backing closes over its yellowed pages, their dream is finished, but mine still aches to leave.
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