'moving'
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Once upon a time people lived in peace
And everybody's sadness came to cease
But now all of this is gone because now
People judge you for being who you’re
CROW, TREE, HALLIE, SISTER, & ME
I am six. I live at the top of a large hill in a small town named Poulsbo.
The park resides at the bottom of this hill. It has frequent visitors.
