[1] at my grandpa village

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After a horse ride that felt like internally. We made it to papa's village Rocky Road. I like it here for vacations or road trips but i never really seen me leave wind-hills. Just to much love for me there or was. I know i shouldn't be asking these types of questions. Daddy always told me politics is not of my nature after all im pure. He calls me full of hope. He called politics just the devil's way to get what he wants. As soon as we greeted everyone we went by on the street. we came to a full stop. I looked up just to see a little two bedroom log house. Its was alittle run down but he had it ever since mama was a little girl. I've always admired the back yard. It was widely opened. Little area  was cut in the grass. So papa could enjoy outside alittle better without worrying if he got bitten by a snake that he wouldn't have seen. But me i love running in the tall grass where the wind blows making little waves of the grass if u was looking directly down from the sky. I love the dandelions that cover the weeds. I danced while looking at each one thinking of how much i miss my parents. Mama told me that the floral meaning of the dandelion is that it is a gift to a loved one that will provide happiness and is a promise of total faithfulness. Every since then i looked at them completely different. I to used  to think all they where was pest and weeds That needed cut. I had my favorite dress on Ruffles on my short sleeves and sunflower print dress. I would dance among all the other kids at church with. My dress would bloom out like a ballerina dress. As i was in the opened field laying down looking at the cool blue sky i heard it again " My child believe in yourself like you believe in me your god " i quickly jumped up not sure what to make of this voice. I yelled out in the fields " Did you just say ....like you believe in me your god" out loud. I quickly got anxious and repeated what i said louder but this time walking around in shock of it it was some kind of prank that needed to stop knowing that i've heard this before.

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