I point out mushrooms,
touch wiggling feet to moss; you
hurry to the top.
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Sone Kramer
navigating earth
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This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
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