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Descriptive Essay About The Sun

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I never experienced the sun so pure. The sun so vibrant, and delightful to be underneath. I have also never taken much appreciation for the sun either, nor did I ever really take the time to be mesmerized by it. I should perhaps not say ever, for I remember when I was around the age of seven and ten, I would gaze at the sun and thought to myself, “if I stare long enough, something miraculous might take place.” But it never did. Or maybe I didn’t glaze long enough.
I was born in New York but raised in Ivory Coast, on the west side of Africa. There is where I gazed at the sun with my bare eyes. There, is where I thought nothing but the things of blissful ignorance. During my time in Ivory Coast, things were a little different. I would like to say that I had been living in some sort of bubble. A bubble filled with a big concrete house painted in beige. A house surrounded by a long, large green lawn, or so it appeared to my younger self. The long, large green lawn, was interacting with a longer, and larger concreted fence. A fence which created a barrier between me and the world. Both literally and figuratively.
I would have long, and probably annoying to my dad, conversations, with my dad about anything, and everything. I would go on about the silliest of things, and at the end of the conversation, my dad would say, “young girls are dreaming.” Simply implying that I dreamed too much. That made me feel special. Silly I know. It became some sort of ritual between me and him,

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