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Apr 2017
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.
Elaina
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Elaina
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