I step into the woods...
No longer am I
a seventeen-year girl
who goes to St. John's
who tries to fit in
who loves Star Wars
who is addicted to the internet
a webmaster
a thespian
a pen pal
a compulsive eater
No.
I am like
the leaves the sway in the early spring wind,
the moss the grows only in the shadows,
the thorns that once cut Jesus' forehead,
the daffodils that William Wordsworth dreampt about
I AM nature.
-Nicole
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