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Aug 2016
"Vannah"
Her little hands grabbed my face,
"Where does it hurt?"

"In my heart, little one"
I whispered back.

Her tiny finger pointed to my chest
And I nodded my head

"How do you fix it?"
She quietly asked

"I don't know yet, little one. I haven't figured that out yet."
Savannah Charlish
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Savannah Charlish  20/F/Portland, OR
(20/F/Portland, OR)   
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