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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 660068" data-attributes="member: 17461">  This is poetry from Group Therapy.  The therapist was a woman ~ a beautiful Jewish woman with liquid brown eyes.In a far land of witches and ogresin a time of princesses on stringsThere would cometo those trapped on that I landA staunch allyfrom the Valley of Horses and KingsOn the Wind they would ridethe princesses and the allyThrough Fire and through Smoketo the land, far and fairOn white horses with reigns ofblack satinSeeded pearl ribbands in their sun-scented hairDraped in veils sewn of silk and white cottonBeneath which fly the colors of each LadyfairSo they traveledthe ally and the Ladiestoward the Dawning...Through black, blasted landswherein each Lady's pasthad its lair  So they traveled, the ally and the Ladiesprincesses of dark, timeless lands without water or airToward a sunstruck aerie of white and cupolaed pavillionsat the behest of the ally, gone before themon the back of a white and a spirited mareSo they traveled, the ally and the Ladiessingle file, to the land, far and fairOn white horses with reigns of...black satinseeded pearl ribbands in their sun-scented hairSo they traveled, the ally and the Ladies ~spending the coin of those dark, timeless realms...Purchasing ~ couragewith coins minted in fearTelling tales of old scars and of dark, unhealed woundsthat the Child within each might...appear</blockquote>