Thursday, February 7, 2008

What Isn't Nature


She whistled in the wind. She made a castle to remember that day. I stood and watched. She was so beautiful and free. She jumped and ran. Sometimes I didn't see her for hours, but she always returned, holding something beautiful in her cupped hands. Happiness brimmed from her sparkling, blue eyes. I cracked a small, sideways grin, then wiped the dirt from her face. 


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