sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain sick of pain. just plain sick.
Since I was a little girl, I was in love with wind, the land, and the proximity of the moon. Her glowing face shed just enough grace to soothe my tears in its quiet light. I felt the depth of her passion, her longing, her loneliness, her strength. I sought the eyes of her face; along with their color, and holding smile. She traced me along the footprint I patted down; little girl beating brown; a tiny hand of mud.
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