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She Is a Willow “I have to tell you about Greg,” she says, skittering down the hallway, the colors of her bright shirt blurring. Her grinning face is all the shades of autumn, from the brilliant red in her cheeks to the shiny copper of her hair, shining in the fluorescent light of the school. Already she’s several feet away from me, but it might as well be a thousand. She spins, twirling, and looks at me with blissful green eyes. “What about him?” I query nervously, watching her. Again she twirls, laughing, and skips away, father and father, until all I can see is a bright blur on my horizon, always moving. “Everything,” shShe Is a Willow by ~Zaiira
Worth Keeping by ~Zaiira
Tired 
Sta.sh
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