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May 2016
she was a wild child, the kind that danced and chanted in the rain and played with the sunshine as it peeked through the branches of leafy green trees

she always was enchanted by the immensity of the sky as well as how many stars filled the black canvas at night

she never stopped exploring the woods that she had come to memorize so well. she grazed her hands along smooth pine and wood, her energy giving life to everything she could

she traveled all over the world, never truly finding a place free enough to call home. she was not looking for a destination but instead a pair of two warm arms and a beating heart
home is wherever he is, his arms around me keeping me sane. Sometimes we aren't searching for a destination to call home but instead a person we truly love.
Caitlyn Emilie
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Caitlyn Emilie  23/F/America
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