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		<title>Balance</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Balance &#160; As the wind weaved through my black hair, Flying in the golden sunshine, A sudden gush of independence rushed at me. On top of my slender caramel horse, I measured north to south, east to west, All painted with a rural landscape. I was on top, on top of my mighty world, I [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800080;"><strong> Balance</strong></span></h2>
<div id="attachment_4861" style="width: 850px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_.jpg"><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4861" class="wp-image-4861 size-large" src="https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-1024x768.jpg" alt="" width="840" height="630" srcset="https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-300x225.jpg 300w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-768x576.jpg 768w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_-1320x990.jpg 1320w, https://skippingstones.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/Girl-Riding-a-Horse.Balance.Aadya-Agarwal.ed_.jpg 1600w" sizes="(max-width: 840px) 100vw, 840px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-4861" class="wp-caption-text">&#8220;Girl Riding A Horse&#8221; by Aadya Agarwal, age 12, New Jersey.<span style="color: #800080;"><strong>           <br />
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<p><span style="color: #800080;"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;">A</span></strong>s the wind weaved through my black hair,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">Flying in the golden sunshine,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">A sudden gush of independence rushed at me.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">On top of my slender caramel horse,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">I measured north to south, east to west,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">All painted with a rural landscape.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">I was on top, on top of my mighty world,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">I could have done anything!</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">Yet, riding along with my jovial spirits, I felt something.</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">A ball of fear knotting up in my stomach.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Freedom and Independence were new, they were fresh.</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">Alas, they did not come free!</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">In front of me, loomed a bridge,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">A bridge between Protection and Freedom</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">While protection offers security,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">It’s also a locked cage.</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">While freedom demands responsibility,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">You are the person you choose to be.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">And then there is a balance between the two.</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">As on my slender caramel horse,</span><br />
<span style="color: #800080;">I ride free, the gentle strap safely protecting me.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #003300;">—<i><span class="ContentPasted0">Aadya Agarwal, age </span><span class="ContentPasted0">12, New Jersey. She writes: </span></i></span><span style="color: #003300;"><i><span class="ContentPasted0">“</span></i></span><i></i><span style="color: #003300;"><em class="ContentPasted1">The inspiration for my poem came from a horseback riding adventure I went on while vacationing in India this past summer. The entire experience filled me with a range of emotions of independence, confidence, fear and anxiety and my attempt to balance it all in that moment. It was truly an experience that I will never forget and something that unraveled an important question about freedom and responsibility for me.”</em></span></p>
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