My teacher. She was a mentor, a teacher of wisdom, a beacon of hope. You paid attention when she spoke. Her taste in clothing was supreme. I have had many thoughts of where she’s been. I see her now and she still has class. She is here. A blast from the past.

My Teacher
Collection: Spark!
Prompt: Write a letter or poem to a leader in your community.
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