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I'm sitting in a patch of clover again. Only this time I'm sitting in a chair because it makes me feel more grown up. I glance down at my hand resting in my lap. I'm wearing a blood red shirt that I got when I gave blood at school last year. I have a burgundy blanket wrapped around me. Savannah made it for me during Christmas Pageant for being her anti secret pal. It's covered in cat hair and it's got this big stitching on it that reminds me of something a child might do. I look down at my pale hand, that is covered in scars from my kitten, and I think how beautiful it looks against the contrasting blanket and t-shirt. I think about how beautiful everything is. And, at least for a few seconds, I actually feel grown up. This is life. It's good. Regardless of all the not so wonderful things, it's good.