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Release I was in the arctic. Those frozen forests of Alaska. North of Fairbanks, in the wild Yukon. It was night, and the moon shown, on the white, bright snow. Everything had a light, blue glow. It was cold, minus 60 degrees, and I prayed to God, for a sign to go. I needed a change, a new life, away to go. A way to escape, the life I was in. I no longer cared. I no longer tried. I no longer lived. It no longer mattered. Then, something drew my gaze. I cannot say what. There was nothing there. But, I knew it would appear. And before it came, I was excited to see. Ready for whatever was coming; ready for it to be. And there it was! An Arctic Fox appeared on a small mound before me. And he watched me, as I watched him. And I knew in that instant I was free. Free to go. Free to flow. Free to die. Free to flee. It was ok. God was with me.

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