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Her Personal Masterpiece


She cried through the winter,

and so the earth painted itself her favorite shade of green.

She cried for space to chase her dreams,

and so the earth opened into a sky of pale blue.

She cried for guidance to shine the way,

and so the earth beat down a warmth of gold to light her path.

And here she sits in the midst of this miracle believing life to be a work of art painted only for her. 

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