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I walk through the white pages of my storybook
that’s just waiting to be painted
with a kaleidoscope of my experiences

This story has only
just barely begun
I take a deep breath
and the wind wraps around me and urges me forward

Your hand is so warm held within mine
It reaches all the way into my heart
I can’t see a brighter future
than you smiling and taking my hand as well