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Getting Through : Creative Writing
The Little Girl | from Kyla - Wednesday, September 13, 2006 accessed 860 times She was a Kodak moment the little girl laughing at the leaves that fell that day in the wind her legs bowed her skirt flying the ruffles swaying to the song of the breeze the smile flitting across her face her eyes sparkling with leftover sunlight as the clouds grew across the sky stealing what was supposed to be (the weatherman had promised) a beautiful day but she was unaware of the shadows that buried her world she only saw the wind ask the leaves to dance and heard the sound of their movements sweeping across the dance floor of the playground turned ballroom laughing at them stumble as they practiced their moves (they danced as amateurs) but she grinned because somehow she knew that this was an old dance a dance passed down the years a dance that another little girl (perhaps even her own) would stand and watch and laugh and then turn on her heel to dance along and when it began to rain she didn’t notice it was only when someone pulled her away that she began to think there was something wrong with the rain 8 March 2003 |
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