Self doubt filtered through leafy branches like foggy mist carrying watery images memories from yesterday and yesteryear, pulling forth shattered mirages from future's oracle.
Once more, confidence warmed the air, mist vanished in the sun, mirage became distant dreams and goals to reach.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am
a free human being with an independent will.”
~ Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
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