The swan sings her most beautiful song just before she takes her last breath. Embracing the end with dignity and grace, clarity and passion- the swan sings. Singing of life remembered, and the dream of life to come, the swan fills her weakening lungs, stretches wide her once powerful wings and sings.
She knows her spirit is strong, old, and wise. She does not fear the unknown or regret the known. She raises her heart to the light of the moon. Floating effortlessly between land, sea, and sky…floating between worlds…in and out of consciousness… in and out of days and nights…the swan sings her own requiem as elegantly fate descends.
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