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by Sarah!
When I was five years old, I looked at a man with wrinkled skin and covered my eyes, not knowing then that the wrinkles are the trophies of the years he’s been alive.
I tasted death the first time I saw a leaf fall from her branch and I laughed as I jumped and crushed on her shades of…
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