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Where I Come From

I come from the woodlands.

I grew up climbing it’s trees

fingers covered in the dirt jammed under my nails

My feet planted firmly in the ground

nourishing me as roots from a tree

I live in the water

Sail on the great lakes

Finding fish to eat.

Swimming in the depths and fearing not

Wind nor wave.

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