When I was a young girl I ventured out to an old vacant house that sat on hill surrounded by the tallest foxtails. Took me weeks to narrow a path down and some I went over the same path twice because the foxtails wouldn’t stay down.
When I was a young girl I ventured out to an old vacant house that sat on hill surrounded by the tallest foxtails. 

Took me weeks to narrow a path down and some I went over the same path twice because the foxtails wouldn’t stay down. 


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I’m not scared.

When I was a young girl I ventured out to an old vacant house that sat on hill surrounded by the tallest foxtails. Took me weeks to narrow a path down and some I went over the same path twice because the foxtails wouldn’t stay down.

The house was all black and could not be seen from the streets surrounding the fenced areas where the foxtails grew as tall as 🌲 trees. Cautiously, I knocked on the front door and as I did the door slowly opened. I was not afraid, I was young and didn’t know what I should be afraid of. All my school friends were afraid to come to this place. Imagine how shocked they will be when I tell ..

That was 35 years ago. I know what fear is now. The path is overgrown with cacti now.

I’m still here.

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