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Sacred Different, pedantic, silly, perfectionist. Child of my generous mother. Lover of laughter, ice cream, and drawing. Who feels tired in the morning, exhilarated on a ski hill, and contented with a good book. Who needs friends, imagination, and possibly a sibling. Who gives advice, hugs, and too many Christmas presents. Who fears losing the people he loves, not being able to help, and depression. Who would like to see peace, happiness, and laughter for us all. Who lives in the Universe, sometimes on Earth, and always in Never-Never land. Poet_Me