Hush little Baby don’t u cry. Mommy’s gon nah tell u a story now!
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Once there was a young girl, who loved to draw. Every Saturday one could see her hiking up the bluff or down some trail. With her blue folding chair on her back which also held her art supplies.
Sometimes one or two friends would join her on these drawing adventures.
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Where every thatch or birch tree were potential candidates of interest. She loved the barks of trees, the leaves of trees
and the flowers well they were her favorite
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Not only were fowers pretty and smelt nice they attracted wonderful insects and things, like butterflies 
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Living on an island surrounded by the Caribbean sea the young lady was fascinated by water. The change of colors almost like mood swings. 
The look when rain a fall on it 
and the look of sparkling diamonds when the sun hit it just right.
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The best part about the sea was on those hot summer months when she could gather with friends in it to cool off. 
They loved to jump off the ironshore rocks and sometimes even do back flips.
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However she was more interested in what was under the water. 
The different kind of fish, the sea fans, sea eggs (urchins to the tourist). It gave her great joy for even the sand and rocks proved interesting when the sun filtered through to shine on them. That is not to say that she did not like to catch and eat fish also but she can appreciate the beauty that God surrounds her with.
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