"You're stronger than you think baby girl," she says with a smile.
Hand in hand we walk in direction of sunrise.
Pretty pale pink and plush purple clouds surround the golden sun.
Rising like my strength, every single day.
Streams of single drops fall one by one down my cheeks and kiss my chin.
The air begins it's ritual of stealing my tears and sending them back into the air. Humidity hugs me tight.
I stumble on a small rock and she squeezes my hand tight,
"I'll catch you if you fall sweet girl," she says with confidence.
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