Beautiful Child

Her aubrun hair whips under the graceful touch of the Autumn breeze. The brisk chill nips her face and reddens her soft cheeks. Rambunctious energy spills melodically from her angelic laughter; all is well in her fabricated world. She jumps into a pile of crisp leaves, making a multi-colred angel in the grass. All is well on this beautiful day in the beautiful world of a beautiful child.


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