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Ebony curls fall softly about her shoulders, her delicate voice calling out greetings to each person encountered. Five-year old fingers fan feather-like, tracing my face, tickling my lips, brushing my cheeks, as her gentle hands distinguish my form. She knows the wind as it blows through eiderdown tresses, hears the rumble of distant thunder, tasting raindrops from scented spring drizzle. Giggling with glee, she grasps my hand, eager to dash across dampened grass; cane tap-tapping to the rhythm of the rain. She inhales life; her essence as fresh as the blooming begonias bordering the cobblestone path.
This is about a little girl I currently work with at school and this is a memory of a day we got caught in a rain shower at recess time. She is an inspiration to me.:)
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