a gasping little voice: one word~spun

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

one word~spun

she spun around, arms out, looking up to the sky, feet moving in a rapid circle as she closed her eyes and dropped to the ground, allowing the lovely feeling of the world moving in crazy ways until she was balanced... allowing her to repeat the performance over and over on this lazy spring day.

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AnonymousJuly 7, 2009 at 6:45 PM
That brings back great memories of childhood - ahhh, life was simple then!
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RupertJuly 9, 2009 at 6:02 AM
What a lovely passage and a flood of memories as well. Thank you.

Rupert
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