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I am the winds whistling in the red canyon. I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg. I am the pupil in the eye of the fly. I am the time moving slowly. I am the depths of Earth. I am the fur of the cat. I am ink on paper. I am a vine. I am. I am a vine. I am ink on paper. I am the fur of the cat. I am the depths of Earth. I am the time moving slowly. I am the pupil in the eye of the fly. I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg. I am the winds whistling in the red canyon. You see I am alive, I am alive. I stand in good relation to all living things. I stand in good relation to my friends. I stand in good relation to my family. You see I am alive, I am alive.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
The Delight Song of Danielle
I am the winds whistling in the red canyon. I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg. I am the pupil in the eye of the fly. I am the time moving slowly. I am the depths of Earth. I am the fur of the cat. I am ink on paper. I am a vine. I am. I am a vine. I am ink on paper. I am the fur of the cat. I am the depths of Earth. I am the time moving slowly. I am the pupil in the eye of the fly. I am the whites of the hard-boiled egg. I am the winds whistling in the red canyon. You see I am alive, I am alive. I stand in good relation to all living things. I stand in good relation to my friends. I stand in good relation to my family. You see I am alive, I am alive.
This was written by my daughter Danielle when she was in Middle School. A knowing soul.
#iam#alive
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
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