| Subject: To everything...turn, turn, turn... |
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Becca
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Date Posted: 02:51:59 06/23/01 Sat
The times, they are a changing. So many times, so many fear change, the unknown. Infact, Becca was one herself. But now, she looks to it, the future, with both eyes open, ready to embrace what mystery will come next. She still had no idea of her past, but some how with looking to the future, it doesn't seem so intense. All in good time, will she know the truth of her past. Burgoo will see to it. But it was Cricket, that strong willed,sometimes hot tempered, lovely, lovely down to earth woman, that saw something and took Becca by both shoulders and made her face it. And it was Nessa, who in her soft loving ways, helped Becca realize that even if we fear something, it doesn't always mean it will be bad. And now on the verge of change, Becca stands and looks back at what was, and wonders what will come. Somehow, even though her nightmares continue, she feels much more at peace then she ever could remember. As a slave Becca thought of them, Burgoo, Cricket and Nessa as her family. But now, as the new day dawns when she is to be a free woman? She will call them her family and it will be as such. Not a illusion, but reality. Until ceramony prevails and the collar removed by rightful hands, that collar still graces her throat. Though inside, she is different. Gone are the days of meak and mild. Strength, power and determination are now her new found friends. Just possibly, now she will feel as if she does belong. Where as before she always fought to fit in, now she will make a place and a name for herself, and those who will stand with her, she will always adore, and those that oppose her? Well let us just say, they will come to know regret. Her intelligence will be worn proudly and openly, gone are the days when she hid from the world behind a meek exterior. Yes indeed, she has found freedom and is ready to embrace it. And willing to take all that may come with it. Good and bad, rightous or indifferent. Now she is the Mistress of her own destiny, of course with the help and support of her loving family. This is the season..turn..turn..turn.
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