Joy is mine. Do you hear my giddy, incredulous heart? I have not felt thus since girlhood.
Ask me why, I dare you. If you know my infamous history, I doubly dare you, for mine is a tale which challenges belief. Were it not for the signature of indelible grace, it could all be a dream. But this burning truth remains: Joy. Is. Mine.
Through the iron bars of my cell window, I gaze out and upward, a spirit-freed woman, humbled and hope-struck. I am newly determined that I survive to celebrate Jubilation Day. Truly, for the first time ever.
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