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Response to Naomi Shihab Nye's "One Boy Told Me"

 Children's eyes are endless

A child's eyes twinkle with wonder, they gaze upon the world with awe and dance about your face.

Children share their beliefs without fear of persecution.

The only "dumb" question is the question that remains unasked.

Who told us different? Better yet, why do we feel different?

Why do we fear criticism with age? Who deemed sharing our imagination ignorant?

Your mind is as limited as you make it. Don't limit your creative, joyful thoughts.

Spread love, spread joy.

Give what you've got. Only you can share that joy.

One girl told me, "The blue sky is a reflection of the ocean, the expanse as wide as the ocean is deep. Are we the clouds of the ocean? Ever-shifting, coming and going, yet dotting the deep blue."

Tell me your story, write down your beautiful mind. I'll read with you, I'll walk with you, and we'll change the world together.

Just like children.

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