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Big sense of relief

Before was drudge. Day after day after day.

After a sense of freedom

Caught fast in the flow

Desperate to cast free

Dying to move forward

Calling out for a reply

Every day

For a year

Getting nowhere fast

Every moment since that snag gave way and the boat came unstuck

Feels like walking into fresh air after a musty room, like feeling large soft cool drops of rain after a drought, like the first crack of Thunder after the stifling humid spell before

Gone. Great. Glorious and good luck. I for one a glad and grateful that is all over.