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The Celtic wind ere now moves stronger thru me,
taking possession once again of the soul it always had.
The call of the breeze as it moves thru the heather,
haunts me still, as does your voice,
they blend together on the wind and
whisper my name.

As it has for centuries, the name may change but the soul never does.
The heart always knows whom is beats for, whom is waits for, whom it longs for..
The heather bending slightly by this breeze, but never to break. never to hurt , only to heal.

It's scent caresses my cheek,
and your call has wrapped itself round my heart.
You say I have wings and to try them out..
but how can I ,without your steady hand
to guide them .
This Celtic wind is so irresistible in it's strength,
so beautiful in it's fury,with such a depth of soul do you possess!
Surely one such as you could never have fallen from grace,
You have always been a part of it.
And a part of me.

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