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My Mother’s Wild Daughter

As I stood with my daughter at the trailhead, listening to the trees whisper and the wind start to rise, I whispered to her, too. I told her that the world was wide, strange, dangerous, and beautiful. I told her that matter where I went, no matter how far, there was always something just around the corner.

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