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Arctic gusts exhale
The sound of snow reaps silence
A glance of earths gift
About the Creator
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Iโve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most werenโt meant to hurt. That doesnโt mean they didnโt leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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"Arctic gusts exhale." Powerful first line!