Seeing is believing. I know we’ve all the heard the adage, but in my case, it rings especially true.
Yeah, I’m different. I used to be thinner; much thinner.
When writers live in exile from their native countries, literature benefits immeasurably from their newly formed perspectives on the world.
I am different. People avoid me. Some even panic at the mere mention of my name.
I am the youngest of four siblings. My sister and two brothers all have dark hair. I was born a blue-eyed blonde. My hair was so light that I was almost a tow-head. But my hair didn't stay blonde.
Matt, my older brother, was not a typical boy.
I was made for a purpose. We all were made for a purpose. I live and breathe the vision I have within me.
From: Stacey Marchenkova
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