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I am Ali.


My name is Alexandra. Alexandra is beautiful, intelligent, and strong. Alexandra has the world in her grasp and makes it spin with her finger tips. Not only does she make the world spin, she makes the sun sleep and moon come to visit, the wind whistle and waves crash. I do not go by Alexandra, I go by Ali. I am simple, learning and young. I sit and watch the world spin around and around, wide eyed and amazed. I sleep when the sun sleeps and wake when the moon leaves, listen for the wind to whistle and watch the wave's crash. When I grow up and can fit into Alexandra's shoes I will be Alexandra. When that moment comes, I will grasp the world and spin it. A beautiful, intelligent, and strong spin, all with only my finger tips. For now though, I am Ali. Ill continue to sit and watch the world spin, round and round, wide eyed and amazed.
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