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This is migration to love, to God, to self.

Hero

A white flag between us, untouched and unclaimed. In between gunfire I hear your echos, labeling me unworthy. Perhaps because I did not see the value in you, after all, you were free. Instead I took all I could of you, not considering you might waste away.

Simultaneously, I underestimated you.

I saw a battle that was already won. I was hoping for a hero. One to guide me through unknown waters. A storm came. I was willing to travel waters, but it tried to drown me. I was trying to find my way to you in the darkness, but there was no light. Wars are for enemies. I lay my sword down, I strip my armor.

My defeat is my victory. I might be in water, but fire has won.

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Ibeth

As a Michoacan native, I come with monarch blood. It is in my DNA to adapt, to grow, and change. My mind is a beautifully controlled storm. My heart is compass constantly looking for good in the world. My soul? It is God’s. Of the three, diving into the depths of my soul has been the hardest. I write for myself, for others, to God. Perfection does not come in my description but that only makes this a fun journey.

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