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Her yellow hair blows forward and back like the long petals of a sunflower. She twirls and bobs, her thin frame dancing to its own music. Music that is the breeze and school children playing and distant wind chimes. Birds peck at her. Ants skitter up her legs. But still she smiles. Sunny and swaying.
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What a happy tune! :-)
Posted by: LeSan | October 05, 2009 at 01:48 AM
:)
Posted by: kcinnova | October 05, 2009 at 10:07 AM
Beautiful!
Posted by: carol at A Second Cup | October 06, 2009 at 03:33 PM