A guest post by my 14 yo child, whom I adore with all my heart

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I love watching the leaves move and wither in the wind

They hit my hair as they fall off the trees

Beckoning me to join the hard, rough winter with them

The harsh, cold wind hits my small face

I cover my face with my hands in attempt to keep my fragile face warm for as long as I can keep it that way

I know the wind only wants me to join the cold, harsh winter as much as the leaves do

I want to join them too, but I know that’s not an option

I have to stay with my family as the leaves, and their surroundings go through a cycle that I cannot comprehend because I’ve never been through that cycle

But maybe I’ll find a cycle in my life someday

I’m lost, but winter is my favorite time of year

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