My sweet girl. I have watched you grow blossom, sometimes struggle. Who would wish adolescence on anyone they love? Like childbirth to life, these years a necessary albeit challenging passage into adulthood.
I remember Buddha you straight from the womb. Unafraid of toads you In your Alexandria backyard. Baking bagels you in my Clinton kitchen. Knitting you trying when I visited to master the craft. Teenage you behind your bedroom door.
I wish you passion for something to focus your mind. Mentors to speak to as you grow. Books to warm and comfort you. And the sure knowledge of how much you are loved.
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
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