Nincella
She watches her mother's eyes, the sparkle, the glint, but is it real, or is it just the cloying, overload of charm she can't stomach anymore?
The little cowboy, barefoot in his dungerees, straw in his mouth, squinted out yonder through the morning light, through the slats in the fence, wondering where his pony ran off to.
Clean house, clean dishes, clean clothes, clean hands, clean face, cleaned up attitude, cleaned up language, cleaned up life, cleaned up head, cleaned up heart, cleaned up hope.
Shade is luxury. It's stepping into royal satin slippers, your court rushing to drape you head to toe with wisps of waterfalls that never dampen, only caress with cool silk.
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