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Here

Here, I sit on the grass swaying back and fourth.

Here, I hear the wind howling, like a shock of lighting breaking through the sky.

Here, I listen for the whispers of my ancestors.

Here, I sing the songs of hope and faith.

Here, I smile, a smile I’ve never shown anyone before.

Here, I laugh at the jokes they tell me.

Here, I dance, a dance of joy.

Here, I live my life so peacefully.

Here, I watch the stars dance so lovingly in the sky.

Here, I make a wish, one last wish.

Here, I told things I’ve never told anyone before.

Here I Am.

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