Prompt: The borders are gone

Hester

The borders that enclose us have dissolved, they were always a fantasy of imagination anyway.

Kirsty

Free, at long last, to roam. Roam where my heart desires, to the people and the places I love or have yet to love. To move and settle like a flitting bird along the hedgerow.

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