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Through the eye of My needle
From the time of when I was a young girl my intrigue and imagination was a vast ocean of wonder. I was looking for a place where I belonged. A place that served purpose and understanding, a place that told me who I was and what I was meant to do. Lucky for me that place doesn't exist or it didn't for me. I found out the hard way like so many others before me learned, through our experiences we find ourselves. Through the grief of loosing my Grandmothers who raised me, I

Robyn Rodriguez “Tengem’aq”
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