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The seasons were changing once more. With this, came a great storm. The 
winds were strong and knocked me down. The rain stripped me of my 
illusion. I lost my breath, and blacked out with the wake of reality. 
Struggling, desperate to stand, my mind was stuck in reverse. 

Held to the ground, I felt trapped. The thoughts in my head were not my 
own, and the voice I spoke was unable to be heard. Though just my 
freedom had been taken, it felt like my life was next. To stand seemed 
unlikely. To speak seemed improbable. To fight seemed impossible.

But sometimes the cold touch of winter can be our great awakening. 
I found that my obstacles were only as heavy as the weight I was giving
them. Falling down was a fresh start- a new foundation to build upon. 
I thought I had lost myself, but how could I lose what I never had?

I will hold high in the lowlands and rest easy in the shadows. The storm 
is almost through. I will not take a clear sky for granted. And, on even the 
darkest of days- I will find light among the dark, warmth inside the cold, 
and hope amidst the storm.

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