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Where I look


I go outside, and the sun is bright. I look up and get blurred sight. My eyes start to water so I look down. I look at the dirt that makes no sound. I look at the trees that move by wind, it makes me think there's not an end. I look at everything around me.... I'm so grateful for everything I see.
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