Running to Freedom

Runaway_Steed_and_his_Herd_II__by_Sunatia.png Runaway_by_Piqui.jpg Runaway_by_jcredberry.jpg rUnaWaY_by_dianahuang.jpg Runaway_by_creativTortur.jpg Runaway_by_BYA_Photography.jpg runaway____by_netes.jpg c9133ba41837fbc2aa987b21f1ca9b7b.jpg Black_Runaway_by_felinefans.jpg Freedom. Like the wild horses that roam the last of the open lands, Like the alley cat slipping into the fading dusk, we all yearn for freedom. It beseechs us, calls to our heart, to the blood that pumps through our veins... Freedom. It is our lover, our mother, our hopes and the stuff that makes up our dreams. It is made up of our fantasies, our wildest desires, our deepest emotions, and our darkest deeds.