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The Misunderstanding Mud was slung upon her face and the pink apron dripping with lace bespattered and forlorn now from a companion misguided somehow. Yet standing quietly, her hand was outstretched still. A moment before they had played with smiles giggles and sharing lifestyles An word mistaken, a action bared turned a friend to an enemy declared. But confused and forlorn, her hand was outstretched still. Forgiven as quickly as the mess was made the tiny smile curved out unafraid. A streak of brown on pale peach cheek tear glistening eyes play hide and seek. Still silent and forgiving, her hand was outstretched still. The companion's anger dissipated then memories flooded once again. A pristine hanky given in peace to daub at the soil covering pink fleece. Now reaching to meet, Their hands were outstretched still. |
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