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Childhood
Close, White bloom.Rusty redRoof and pitterOf warm rain.Dirt smellHere. Sun.Two boots.ButterfliesAcross the weeds. Eyes wanderAnd play.Noon. SmallHands makeSand castlesIn the roses.Forget-me-notBlue a
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I Am
I AmI am sunlight breaking into the old growth forest.I am dusty fur and sweet horse smell. I am memories of cold creeks and crawdads and friendship.I am melting chocolate ...
