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Kymee



she missed most of the school year
absent
due to
bullying
feeling like she didn’t belong
encouraged to write
she put her feelings on paper
and shared them with her teacher
her teacher honored to be let into her world
the teacher moved
and the student stayed put
doing what she could to survive
to fit in
occasionally crossing
the mind of the teacher
a few years later
teacher and student reunited
through the magic of facebook
communication open once again
the student asking for guidance
while the teacher marvels
at the young woman she has become
only shadows of the 7th grader
she once knew remain
teacher and student
reunite in Orland
for an afternoon of conversation
catching up
and pictures
six months later
echoes of the student         
reverberating in the teacher’s heart
as she reads the news
memories of the student
etched in her soul forever

Thank you, Kymee, for all that you taught me.

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