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May 2013
The sun, the big ball of light up in the sky, warms me.
The breeze, the whispers of the world, cools me.
The trees, the elders with wisdom but can't speak, shades me.
The river, the playful one with it running, chills me.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
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