#1 As a child with dirt plastered to my feet at day’s end, a blessing. #2 When I stop treading these harsh waters, it wasn’t that I was drowning. #3 Sun taps at our window, golden footprints traipse across our kitchen floor.
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#1 As a child with dirt plastered to my feet at day’s end, a blessing. #2 When I stop treading these harsh waters, it wasn’t that I was drowning. #3 Sun taps at our window, golden footprints traipse across our kitchen floor.
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