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I wrote letters on petals in petroglyphs as a child 

--Spellbound and bent on writing a new chapter--

I was enraptured with words

My fingers could weave something wild 

And whether it was applauded never mattered

I took voyages to unearthed temples when I winked 

--Isolated and on a gendered quest for a fabled fountain--

I blew the lid off Pandora's boon

Used just one hand to graze the brink

And with one arm I scaled every mountain

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