“I Am,” by Alexandra Faye Sims
August 2, 2019
I am a star floating in the sky. I am a ballerina dancing in the moonlight. I am a moon sparkling in the starlight. I am a dream about roses dancing in the rain. I stand in good relation to me and my ...
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I am a star floating in the sky. I am a ballerina dancing in the moonlight. I am a moon sparkling in the starlight. I am a dream about roses dancing in the rain. I stand in good relation to me and my ...
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