A bigail  Day

 

I am  a walking paradox, a croissant laminated with layers. 

 

I am  a quirky turkey, an old soul.

 

I am an adventure seeker, the girl that climbs the ropes course even though she's afraid.

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I am  flight. The child who swings until she throws up, and runs freely with the birds.

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I am a jack of all trades, and a master of cross referencing. 

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I am a sensitive spirit, with a vast imagination. My brain is my saildboat, my emotions the sails. I sail among creative seas, gathering ideas and empathy.

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I am a game of ping pong. A collaborator through and through. 

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I am  the dancer in the yellow dress, the resilient dystopian teenager, the curious mystery in the abandoned mansion, the raw human story that holds an open container for people to run, dance, play, cry, fear, hope, dream, and most importantly be seen. 

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I am  my inner child always. Little Abby takes each step with me. Each version of me folds me into a blanket made of leaves to decorate my inner tree.

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I am...

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Alive in the bold. Alive in the breath.

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