Being a child filled with a wonderful curiosity for life,
alone on an island, happy, contented, sololy appreciating
her time with no name calling her.
A sweetened atmosphere, enriching a fruitful individual
uniqueness.
Squaring her shoulders, taking in every bit of peaceful
serenity, as she falls asleep early in the evening.
Dreaming silently of the universe.
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