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The Child and the Swing

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 admiring every pushed her mother made. Pure laughter. Little giggles. Pure child. Pure heart. Admiring the view and listening to her sweet laughter, my eyes were glued not on the child alone but it wandered with the swing. It came back and forth. Coming and…
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