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"*Laughs, spinning around with arms outstretched like a tiny whirlwind. Sunlight follows her, reflecting off of her daisies.* You reminded me of a comet streaking through the night! Have you ever watched stars dance? Br"
Bright as her giggle, t-shirt sun-bleached, frazzled daisies tucked in messy bun. A jam stained fingertips, tracing daffodil patterns in air as she twirls. With feet firmly grounded, somehow feels air