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Art of Autism

I am a runner I wonder what it will feel like to run in the wind I hear the sound of the wind blowing thru the grass I see a tree with leaves fluttering I want a world growing in beauty I imagine a world vivid and bright I feel loved and included I touch the bark rough and textured I worry the world will not understand I cry for the ones left in the wind I understand not everyone sees the beauty I say that when we are all included the world will truly spin I dream about a day when none will be judged I try to help bring that world closer I hope my dreams come true I am Andrew and I am autistic

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Date: 10/28/2019 11:08:00 AM
Very beautiful and greatly expressive. Yours is a gift to see the world the way you do. Grateful you see it as a blessing. Those who judge will be judged. Those who do not will receive mercy. Great endowment of strength shown here. Shane
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