"The day a dead leaf makes it way into my cell and I pick it up, close my fist over it and let the broken pieces fall to the ground. There is no wind to blow it away so I let the fragments surround me like an homage to it's once beautiful life. Here I am with the dead and here I sit waiting to crumble into pieces"
~ Ceclia McMahon, Skye
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