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Julia W

Change

This year I have changed. I am not talking about maturity. I don’t mean change, In the way a bud changes into a flower. By change, I mean that I have shed my skin. I have replaced my voice with the sound of the ocean. This year I have had my heart torn out of my chest, but in return I was given the moon. This year I have had my words stolen right out of my mouth, swelled to the very brink, unable to speak but a whisper, but in return I was given a whole new language. I was given feelings, feelings I never knew existed, feelings that I share with the trees and the sun. I was given energy, energy I had never before felt, energy that comes from the earth I rest upon. This year I have changed. I don’t mean change, in the way a caterpillar finds its wings to fly away. By change, I mean that I have grown. I have grown to know the earth by its first name, I have grown to feel the heartbeat of the moon as my own, and know he feels mine too.

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Cory Garcia
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