The valley welcomes a new calm.
Outside, the air lets the sun shine through.
The wind is a welcome friend.
But, what happened to all the caterpillars?
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The next day, the rain came, again.
Every few minutes, a new sound,
A new amount:
A sheet, a bucket, a drop, a blanket.
Sneaking out of the house,
before little eyes see me.
I walk up the mountain,
which I have come to realize
is really a hill,
and along the way I counted
128 caterpillars.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
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I want to protect our honeymoon of the future. This is because I am a fighter. A revolutionary within. A revolutionary, fighting for love.
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Sometimes it’s the creatures that make the stories.
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My first entry. I feel nervous and excited, like the first day of school.
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