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When I heard my name called over the loud speakers, I began to take my last walk across the prison yard.  Dressed in burgundies with memoirs of what was home, I carried my faith and hope for better days to come.  It was a beautiful day and the smell of a freshly manicured yard greeted my every step.  As I took one last look back, I sighed with tears because it was there where the journey of freedom began.    - Yvette W. Jones
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