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the pattern in her skirt flowed softly in the wind. she looked up as the hair in her face swept across her eyes. she used her long, ringed fingers to pull away the soft yellow hay as her eyes started to water from the wind. they swelled up like the ocean but the liquid disappeared with a few flutters. the pattern on her skirt remained.
Posted By emma kinney On 03.15.2012 @ 5:31 pm
