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Free Rachael Gray Hawk In a time before the world got complicated, I ran with the coyotes. Sang with the wolves under the swollen, pale belly of the moon. Spirit free and uncaged. The wind whispered my name and the mud sucked on my toes. The rain bathed my soul. The clouds formed soft wisps that blended with peaches and pinks of the setting sun. At the top of the mountain, I looked out at the sun and Earth with her creatures, happy and safe. I needed this so badly. In the distance, I can hear reality slowly tugging at these strings. But I refuse to move. I crave to howl with the wolves and to let the wind run its fingers through my hair. I can feel the sun warming my face. Here, before the world told me who to be, my soul is free. 13