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That wish you caught might have been yours

Upon this wood
Hung a rope and a tire
Upon that wheel a girl
 a wrecking ball flying ever higher
The tree is all gone
The rope is no more
The tire lays flat
But the girl she still soars
No root or rope
Can keep her bound
Wherever she believes she can go
Is where she’s found.
I love you munchkin.
-dad. Memorial day 23

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.