She just landed on the tip of my lens, her feet flying up in the air as she skidded to a stop. Her arms outstretched presenting me with a treasure all wrapped in a golden blanket. Her enormous wings folded back from the forward thrust of her good intentions. Her enthusiasm has poured out into her colors. Her little bald head worn down from her efforts.
I will keep this gift in a special place where I can pull it out when I want to remember joy.
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