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Mar 2015
Dear Daughter:
I've cleared out the paths for you.
I figured you'd want one of the more trafficked ones.
I packed you some snacks for the road,
some shoes to walk on,
some friends to walk with.
You are the first born,
I wasn't sure what to do for you.
I'm sorry mom,
but on the road I've chosen
(not what you wanted for me)
I am on my own
but no one owns me here
either.
Sydney Ann
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