by Lisa A. Parnell
Sunday, March 31, 2002
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Let me no longer be like a reluctant Ophelia,
Sacrificing all for that which I adore.
Let this morose Ophelian existence
Drown in humanity's waters far from southern homelands.
May I discover, in the northern realms, for myself,
A love, that will mean life and not death,
A means of self-preservation, flourishing and joyful contentment.