http://slow.writerscafe.org/TrueFreedom The original writings of author Ronda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776187050 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The untamable spirit, so strong and unfalteringIs always the hardest to keep.Its unwavering desires span far and wide, Its love for adventure deep. It travels to places of wandering mystery and Leaves behind its weeping despair. 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