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  • Writer's pictureSophia Aguiñaga


confusing what had been gifted to me with what was mine everything withered around me a barren winter of imprisoned amnesia realizing nothing could ever be mine everything around me began to blossom an infinite spring garden of perennial remembrance (stewardship)

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