She’s big
snowflakes and being out in the woods and the color green. She is the crack of bonfires
and shooting stars and mountains. She’s the sound of thunderstorms in May and
wet socks in rain boots from splashing in puddles. She’s learning, different
cultures, and the smell of old books. She’s her love of history, her refusal to
eat nothing but German chocolate, and ice cream. She’s warm blankets and the
comfort of being surrounded by people she cares about. She is sunrises and
puppies and kitties and general warm fuzzies. She’s nerdy puns and people who
aren’t afraid to be who they want to. She’s confidence and awkwardness and
flying elbows while dancing. She’s twinkle lights and the north woods and
warmth.
She is
nothing if not dramatic.
You want to
give her the world as her stage.
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