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" I miss nature, but the memories I have of seeing the great blue sky while I sit up a tree as the wind blows in my face with a book in hand while my mother very concerned that I might fall calls me to come down but I would smile because I was so sure that those branches were strong enough to keep me safe. I speak very little and I am not easily beguiled but being under the sun sparks great joy."