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I was recently was asked about where I was from. I decided to write it down here in my journal so I can remember later if I ever miss home and feel I’m forgetting my roots. So I don’t forget; Where I’m from is full of life and magic, rivers and streams are crystal clear and sparkle like the night sky. The trees are taller than the eye can see, and wider than a 200sq/ft house. The leaves are bright and beautiful along with the vines. The fruit and flowers are more vibrant and varied than there is of known bugs. In the distance lies a snow capped mountain side that encircle the blossoming jungle. Deep in the depths of the jungle resides a small wooden cabbin styled tree house, with soft pink curtains and a delicate string of fairyfly lights draped across the porch. With a soft warm glow coming from within and the smell of fresh baked bread lofting through the windows and out in the crisp air. Where my parents raised me and homeschooled me until I turned 19 (in human years) the equivalent of a human high-school graduate. That is where I grew up and where I am from.
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