Artist Notes:
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Kindred with nature, this is a poem about knowing your path is different. The poem: She listened to the path that called her, She listened to his heart. She knew he was always different, She knew she was to stand apart. For magic was a part of her spirit, Nature a part of her soul. And when the wind whispered her name, She knew she was finally whole. The raven ever watchful, a guardian sprite, Who already knew she was of magic and light, Said trust your inner candle, trust your inner glow, For you and I are kindred spirits, for you and I are kindred souls.
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