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<Tab/>I was about ten years old and full of curiosity and energy. I grabbed my favorite red converse shoes that were so tattered from the many days of playing outside. I tucked my shoes under my arm and ran out the backdoor up the grassy hill toward the cemetery barefoot.
<Tab/>Once I got to the top of the hill I could feel the wind getting stronger as it blew my hair across my face toward the west. Hearing the crows caw as I walked through the damp dirt path smelling the mud that was squeezing between my toes. Looking down I hear a small bull…
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