I am from the wintery mountains of Alaska
the fields of fireweed spread beneath the midnight
sun
I am from the excited howl of huskies on New Years Day
and rainy days spent picking blueberries in the misty hills of Hatcher's Pass
and rainy days spent picking blueberries in the misty hills of Hatcher's Pass
I am from long family road trips with my nose dipped inside books
the soothing sound of Harry Potter being read out loud
I am from Trixie Belden and Animorphs and the Babysitters Club
and nights dreaming up stories beneath the stars
I am from hot coffee, smoky campfires, a cat's graceful purr
the quivering anticipation of thunder's boom
I am from the bottomless black of the owl's eyes
and the mystery of whale flukes disappearing beneath the waves
I am from waterfall visions and early dawn thoughts
the faery magic that hides just beyond the trees
I am from the tornadoed doom of impossible wishes
and the quiet dragon fire biding it's time inside my heart
I am from waterfall visions and early dawn thoughts
the faery magic that hides just beyond the trees
I am from the tornadoed doom of impossible wishes
and the quiet dragon fire biding it's time inside my heart
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