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Það er árið 1827 í fylkinu Montan í Ameríku. Cecilia er tíu ára. Hún situr í skólanum og lætur hugann reika. Cecilia er eina hvíta barnið í skólanum. Reyndar er hún eina hvíta barnið í öllu þorpinu. Fólkið sem hún býr hjá eru Indíánar. Cecilia hefur búið á þessum stað hjá þessu fólki allt sitt líf. Maðurinn sem ól hana upp heitir Moon Willow, en Cecilia kallar hann bara pabba. Núna er daguri


The journey to the worldIt's dark, very dark. I'm swimming in water. I can open my eyes, but I see nothing.The journey to the world
There's a movement. I hear voices. One voice says: "Push, push harder!"
Someone is holding me. I open my eyes and close them right away. There's to much light. "It's a girl" the voice says.


PleaseYou always told me the truth! Why not now? Why did you go behind my back? Why? What can I say to you now? Perhaps I say: "I'm sorry for you, You will always be my friend. But don't do this again. Please!" I won't say this words to you. You stole my pride. I won't talk to you unless you give it back. Please give it back! I wan't to talk to you. You are my friend!Please
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"Just be yourself, because nobody is going to love you if you can't love who you are."
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Dost thou love life?
Then do not squander
time, for that is the
stuff life is made of.
-Benjamin Franklin
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Dost thou love life?
Then do not squander
time, for that is the
stuff life is made of.
-Benjamin Franklin
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