chatoyantA Chapter by freelancejousterdoes she see it? miniscule girl, floating like a dream, a whisper, a whim, a wash of whimsy, courage in her heart and laughter on her tongue. brush of gossamer wing to plump toddler arm emits a shrieking squeal of glee. daylight fades to twilight, passing in and out of golden hour with the drift of cloud and shadow, and still, with frail limbs and crooked teeth, hunched back and brittle smile, she frolics as she had hours ago, when she was young. © 2012 freelancejousterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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