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Trying to think of who I am now at 34. 
And somehow I know I am still the same little girl who used to watch the rain from a window in Porto Alegre. The window now is in Fl. The window now has gotten bigger. Not necessarily happier. I never been a happy (per se) person. I have always been more of an introvert. A person who asks questions. Randomly. A person who has a hard time seeing the big picture because I focus on details. Great for editing things. I can't edit my life. My only wish today is to move on.

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