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May 2011
She sits by the water
So innocent, so beautiful
He hair cropped short
Her dress *****, covered in dust
She smiles at me
So sweetly, so happy
She rises and I kneel before her
Not much taller than I am on my knees
Her hands are behind her back
She has something, hidden
Her smile brightens
So radiant, so pretty
She leans over me
And places the crown of healing upon my brow
Bethany Lorekeeper Davis
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