"A BOOK IS A DREAM IN YOUR HAND" 
       NEIL GAIMAN
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As a village girl, I was closer to the peaceful and quiet nature of the earth. Steady as a rock, firm as a tree, curious as the river streams The sky was ever changing and it is what piqued me the most. Dangling on tree branches, I stare in awe  and wonder at the bright stars, sun, moon, and clouds. 

Now I am amongst boxes, garbages, and the sky is darkening but still held my heart. 

Books are as strange as the sky. It has kept me from closing my eyes forever and becoming one with the mud. 

Occasionally, I dream of being an author.