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Notes: Just a mood piece...
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There was nothing else like this. The stretch of muscle, the weight of a weapon in her hand, and she was sliding through the air like silk over skin. No other feeling better than the dance. Flowing through space like a ribbon through the air, slicing through bodies and out again, unhindered, unfettered. Lost in the dance, loosed from life for the moment, soaring like a kite on the wind. Unable to be hurt where it really counts. Grief was abandoned, pain fled, and she was whole, or as whole as a wraith in the wind could be.
She was free.
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