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Carolyn Marks Blackwood
It wasn't the best night to run away, but the beauty gave her hope.
So this is what trees do while we sleep.
It looked like a nice house. But things aren't always what they seem.
Even through her terror, she could see the beauty.
Getting away wouldn't be as easy as she thought.
She hid behind the tree, flooded with memories almost too much to bear.
She Slipped out of the house. She was just fourteen and ready for her big adventure.
Walking down the road, she felt all the sorrow of the World.
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