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The Child and the Swing

Yesterday, while watching a little girl with a a pink bonnet, pink mittens and her soft- creamy scarf knotted neatly on her neck, she was holding the swing tightly and she swung freely and cheerfully. I saw her smiles, her small-uneven teeth and her unexplained happiness. How pure were her smiles, her deepest blue eyes […]

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