her mind drifts with the tide. storms in and trails out, back to the beginning. floats upwards like a kite, flutters through blusters of wind. sometimes i find her crashing at the days end. other times she soars on rooftops, not a cloud in sight. you can’t trace her, you’ve tried. you won’t know what she thinks, not ever. she is pure glorious. you love the way she sees the world. how she tramples on its unkindness. makes it smile. you feel safe when she is near. because she is good. she is changing. and if she is weak today she will be strong tomorrow.

 

sgh

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