The light makes her happy. Tiny wings and things she can keep safe in her careful hands. Warm wind lingering, the chase begins as the first star appears. Floating over blades of grass. Her toes feel the rhythm of earth below her. She imagines herself in a world where everything is beautiful. How could the world be as sad as they tell her it is, if she is being carried away by it’s magic. The meaning of life is all around her. Willing to live life, soaking up the little things, ignorant to imperfections.
In the end it’s not always what we build or make, but how we appreciate the things we might one day fight to keep.
She never wished to be somewhere else, but a day would come when she would wish she could be back there, among the sounds and lights whirling around her.
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