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Your Turf

I am a homegrown girl but I have traveled to many places around the world. I am a home-grown girl and you can find me on the map with just a single dot. I am a home-grown girl in search of my permanent soul.

I love variety, I value diversity and I cherish honesty. I have an invisible soulmate but we have never gone out on a date, I love it from the depths of my heart and I would do anything for its career to take off. I want its dreams to come true because I don’t have much ambition to parachute to the sky. I am just a home-grown girl with a deep message bubbling up in my soul.

If you look into my heart, you will understand where it starts; my heart has two ventricles, one on the right and the other on the left and they pump blood into my body that keeps me alive and put my adrenalin on a ride.

I can cook a fifty-course meal in one day, and I would still have energy to cook a pot of curry and invite Hallie J, Sarah M and Jane S for dinner and still find time to shoot the next scene after supper.

My brain is wired in a special way and for this reason I will never go astray. My brain has a left side and right side too, from which that miracle always comes through and, it has never deserted me and you.

The ventricles in my heart sometimes collide and sometimes I have to go on a short trip to examine what’s in the precipice. The left ventricle wall is the thickest heart walls and absolutely nothing can pass through if destiny binds me and you.

Sometimes I stare at the wall and wonder where to start. Is it at the Texas border or the Great Wall of China? My heart has a three-layered heart wall made of connective tissue, endothelium, and cardiac muscle but layer one and two cannot function, if the muscular middle layer myocardium doesn’t function. It enables the heart to contract so pay careful attention to what the heart is saying to you.

I am a home-grown girl but my Turf is not here, it belongs to the rest of the world. It lies beyond the horizon in the quiet hills of demparades, a town full of beautiful people from all color race and creed they speak different languages from every nation. I am a home-grown girl and now it's time for me to face the world.

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