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Met God.
She runs.
She smiles.
She laughs.
She cries.
She dances on occasion.
She sings no matter who's watching.
She has a superb sense of humor.
She's strong.
She's powerful.
Her stride is majestic like giraffes in tall grass.
Her footsteps carry no sound like sighs.
She has the most harmonious laugh that sounds like natures echoes bursting out of a glass jar.
Her tears flood my thoughts with options to make it better.
She has rhythm like the Hybrid sound waves of the African drum and black college snares.
She reads my palms like that childhood story that you're oh so familiar with.
I know she is Mother Nature because I am Sun kissed instead of sun burned.
She is God.
