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[quaint_spirit]

Imprison'd I was, but no longer;
A spirit now free from shackles.
I bid thee good morrow,
And fade flighty into the air.

*exit, humming a haunting refrain*

Ariel, from The Tempest.

Comments

[whereforebase]

Thou art grossly mistaken.

We are all imprisoned.

[quaint_spirit]

That is the human condition, not mine.

[whereforebase]

*little half-smile* Then thou dost walk among the lucky and the dead.

[quaint_spirit]

*softly* I too have known captivity, sir.

[whereforebase]

*pauses* Of no comparison, spirit.

[quaint_spirit]

Is it not?