Queen of this land.
In all the good ways a queen can be.
A rubber boot wearing,
dirt under her fingernails,
absolutely in love with her people,
draped with garlands of northern lights and blue flax,
kinda Queen.
kinda Queen.
I belong here.
I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I am not on the cusp of something great
(as I thought, as recent as a day ago)
I am right in the middle of a beautiful life.
The winds may blow my dress as fiercely as they wish.
It will only assist in spreading my kisses to the masses.
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