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Personal Narrative: My Blue
As I undo the back of the button to place it on my grey Morris Harvey shirt I take more notice to the button. The button is blue around the outside with a white circle on the inside. In the white circle appears to be a heartbeat that goes from blue to yellow; the yellow part of the heartbeat represent WV. Bellow the heartbeat and entering into the blue is another yellow word reading resist. As I place the pin on my shirt and over my heart I begin to feel as if I am really part of a
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