It is now May, the days are warmer and lighter. They say one swallow does not make a summer, but I guess my many swallows have helped me make it through to summer. Things are getting better. Yes, this is a forbidding place, set in its own wooded grounds behind impossibly high walls. And there was that strange sense of foreboding as soon as the darkness of its gates fell over me, but now I'm preparing to return to what is known as normal life. The rules that have governed my life here for the last nine months cease forever beyond these walls. This is the moment when I'll find out for certain what is dream, and what is real. But I take a new confidence and sense of identity with me. I survived. And I survive. I have the strength of new relationships to provide hope for the future...
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