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On the Sun and Stars and Knotted Hair

The sun called you daughter      long before you were first      touched by dawn.

Trees bow before you more      deeply than they do the      wind.

You were made of the stars      and were born in answer      to a prayer.

You belong.

You gentle strength is forged      by the fire of the heart

And woven into the fabric of      the future.

Water will guide your power      and grace through the fear.

You are here on purpose      with purpose.

The whispers of angels      and eagles will get knotted in your hair

And your laughter will inspire      the wind.

Ah-wa-heh, old child.

Let beauty ease your way.

You are stronger and braver than you know.

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