The Tasmanian Speaker of the House, or She's the First! by Gabriel David Giron Vives

A little info first....
TASMANIA.
A small Island south of Australia's Main land Continent. It's a part of Australian Commonwealth and is only 240 kilometers away! It is a beautiful and plentiful full of life, people, national parks, and art of it's own.

Summery: For the first time in forever (literally) Tasmanian parliament has elected a woman as speaker of the house. Her name is Elise Archer. She is to be sworn in tomorrow afternoon.

Analysis:
"One small step for a woman,
              One gigantic leap, for women kind..."
                                                                   -Me

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March music plays on forever and ever without stoping. Never loosing it's stride or bounce, it flows on together through history. It is truly glorious. Not Elgar, German, Walton, and not even Sousa could have composed something of this grandeur. It is truly an amazing sight to behold. As the band marches its jolly way down, a young girl walks out into the town's square. She is in high hopes to see her father living out is dream. As she searched through the faces of the different band members, she began to think of something amazing. It could've been the booming music or the special feeling given by a band marching, but she then began to understand what she might do for the rest of her life. She would carry on her fathers dream into her. She would pick one of those bold, shining horns, and she would play. She knew that she could make her daddy proud, and not only that, but herself too. Yes, she wanted to feel proud of herself for once! She needed to know that she was good enough for herself.

Believe me, Violet.

You're enough.

You've always been enough.

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Here's the source.