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Dec 2013
And then I brushed the dust off my knees.
The dust protested surrounding me but then they were arrested and taken by the wind.
I looked to the sky with a determine gaze
and the sky revealed the sun.
It was going to be okay
no matter how many times I can to brush the dust off my knees.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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