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May 14, 2012
My memories all run together to make an abstract painting. If I strain I can see a teary eyed child begging for release, blood shot eyes showing no mercy, and just barely I can see a sign of hope. A girl. A friend. One who lifts up the lost child and shows her love. Shows her beauty in life when the child was sure there was none left. When I look into my future there's a new canvas. A clearer painting. I can see a proud parent, a joyful tear, and that girl again... pushing that once scared child far enough so that it can reach happiness.
© Ranna C., Monmouth Junction, NJ
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