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My Blood is Old

My Blood is Old

I sit in a room full of learned people, feeling like I am too young, too inexperienced to have anything to offer. After all, who am I? What have I ever done that allows me to measure those who’ve paved the way before me?  I hear stories of resistance, fighting

My Blood is Old

My Blood is Old
I sit in a room full of learned people, feeling like I am too young, too inexperienced to have anything to offer. After all, who am I? What have I ever done that allows me to measure those who’ve paved the way before me?  I hear stories of resistance, fighting