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“We’re going on the trails today?” I shout, a gleeful child of three small years. A short, somewhat chubby child, having hair not unlike an oak tree. Strong like the trunk, thick like the branches, dark like the bark, and bloby Moonchild14 700 words, 4 comments, on Sep 13 7:05 PM. In Butterfly, Childhood, Dream, First person, Happy, Memories
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If I would have any creature represent me it would be a beautiful red Butterfly just out of the cocoon. Before I would consider myself a vampire, because of my ways, and I guess I could still say that, but now I have been enl
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They fly in the meadows,1 / all different colors,2 / of green, black, and blue.3 / Fleeting into the sky,4 /
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