By Jenette Baker
She stood by the water and smelled the ocean breeze. A storm was brewing and she welcomed the intense power that would electrify her spirit. I spoke with her for a time. I learned that it was the written word that she loved to communicate with the most. She was quick and witty with her words. She had been in many adventures in the books she had read and the road she had walked. There was a kindness in her, for she understood life. Her waters ran deep, like the ocean in front of her.
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