Friday, October 3, 2014

Come morning light

Sunlight catches the natural highlights in her hair as she looks up, wide-eyed.
She is in a world that is hers, in the middle of her mother's chatter and tinkling laughter over coffee.

The river behind her runs quiet, and around her a cacophony of clinking cutlery, deep hearty laughs that remind her of her father, clattering of children's toys she has no interest in.

She is in a world that is hers;
Right in the middle of her mother's chatter and tinkling laughter
over coffee.

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