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  • I am new to this site, but not new to writing down my thoughts. My first love is an easy start. I looked up at my first love after a school day in March on a cold Michigan afternoon. My first love was so excited to have a little sister that she could hardly stay in school that day. I love to hear her tell the story of how she was walking to school when my Mom and Dad drove down the street to bring me home. She had to keep walking to school even though she was consumed with thoughts of me. I don't remember falling in love with her, I only know that it has been the constant in my life. The years only bring us closer.
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