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Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Whipping in whispers

Why did you choose me?
Little leaf born in autumn,
whipping in whispers.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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