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For it is I, not born to royalty in the presence of swans, doves or species of the kind. No kings,
queens or bishops waiting in the wings to unlock the doors of the palace. Not a newsworthy event to print. In the midst of my being was a garden that brought forth flowers of a sweet scent, dropped petals on a lonely path, all stood in place to cultivate the ground, plant seeds in haste in a little space, saved for me. For on the day of my birth the earth didn't move. Not even sure if the stars. sun and the clouds looked
to the moon. The sky was bright with such a glow,
my name was spelled out after the rain in a rainbow...