A child’s mouth agape with tears streaming down their face,

Fingers scratching to reach past the barrier between the ear and face.

Parents with deshiveled appearances, rushing about in saddened postures,

Bright lite offices with colorful pictures and sterile instruments.

Confusion.

**The crisp wip of air on my face wisping my hair about, **

**The tendrils of lush grass caressing the bottoms of my feet.**

**A slight burn against my opened palms, relentless in its depths,**

**Droplets of dewy water dribbling from the sky onto my tongue.**

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**Freedom.**

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