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Ericka Boone

Observer. Writer. Storyteller.

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The lush green field with pops of spring flowers against the orange purple sunset, the intoxicating aroma of earth and perfume had all been replaced with a cold, black, flat parking lot. Smog and old tar from the now abandoned land filled the senses. In the middle of this crumbling cracked asphalt, a sweet wildflower finds its way to peek through and greet the morning sun.

I am this wildflower. I am hope, simplicity and determination. I want to work with you and together create something beautiful.

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