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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 are made of the stars

and were born

in answer to a prayer.

You belong.

Your 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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