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It took a while for the families to
remember me. Their great, great, great, great, great grand daughter. 500 years
is a long time to wait.
The loose dirt and dust between my toes has settled into
my heels. I like to drag my feet, feel the earth. I stop by every door to say
hello or to accept an offering of a cool drink. The families have been waiting
so long and become impatient with me. "The girl doesn't know how to walk a
straight line!" I look up at the sleeping stars hiding behind the
sun, write it down, fingers all twisted, and I lose my way. They try to help
me. Throw flowers at my feet to open the path but I can only follow the crumbs.
I can be such a pest.
