Sunday Morning

March 30, 2009
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When I place my shoe-entombed feet into the stirrups, I am liberated from bondage, as though I have exited a nightmare.

Thirty minutes every Sunday, envelop me, as I free myself from life's hardship of being encased in a fifteen-year-old suit of armor.

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