Look at me. No, LOOK at me. See me for who I am. A child of nature, a daughter of God. My footprints are the color and the light in this world, my eyes hold all of the knowledge of time. All that I touch cannot help but be changed, for I am the wind that blows in the summertime and the sweet rain of early spring. I am the fire in hearth and
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