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The snow, now a blizzard,
sweeps around her, stinging her eyes, blinding her, swirling, whipping
whirl-winds, spinning, white light, floating, rushing air. She is swept
off her feet. She feels like she is flying! She IS flying! She is riding
on the back of a great white swan. In the rushing air of the sweeping
wings she hears the words. "Remember, you are never alone".
The rhythm of the flying
swan lulls Luna into deep sleep.
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