"Home At Last"

Encased in my glass prison
Silent in my showcase prison I craved my release and the ecstasy experienced when allowed to sing on the wind. Though lightweight as a cedar cloud, only in my dreams did I drift from hand-to-hand.

Generous offers were made for my purchase, none were accepted for Willow Two Beads knew my home was yet to come.

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