Like Spring, she returns fresh, bubble full of dreams and striding, wide winged into whatever weather the day holds. Problems are puzzles to be solved by playing them. Journeys are their own reward. Everything is labeled "Adventure". The air quivers with a light quick breath, beating in time with her small, strong heart. Each step is the next step and that is all she needs to know. She is here and there in a moment. Her basket filled with treasures for the giving.When it's safe and she's ready she returns. Into the warm silence of gentle sunlight she steps, singing her neat sweet song like a sparrow. The lyric is always the same. "Enough".
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