My body, this I be (My country tis of thee)
Peace, Joy, Affinity, (Sweet land of liberty)
Youth’s fountain springs (Of thee I sing)
Blood on my mother’s thighs (Land where my father’s died)
Gifts of our sister’s sighs (Land of the Pilgrim’s pride)
At every hearth reside (From every mountainside)
“Hestia, we sing!” (Let freedom ring!)
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Very interesting. I was singing in my head the tune to your words as I read this! Mom
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