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Last year, floods ransacked Vermont.

They stole. They destroyed. They even killed.

While the rest of the country dealt with extreme heat,

Vermont was struggling just as much with the floods.

How do I celebrate? 

How do I cheer 

with masses of people?

How do I celebrate freedom,

knowing only half of me was set free today?

Poems are my eyes

Windows to a soul, Body, Mind

A new worldview

The sun sets over the ocean.

The wind blows through my hair.

Voices float on the breeze.

I wonder, sometimes

What the world

Could've been like

If human's had not

Destroyed it.

I wonder about

Every step

Is welcomed to the ground

With crunching of brown leaves

And gravel.

Every breath

Meets its owner