Written by M.J.C
It all made sense now. The wind. The Sun. The Curls. She was welcomed (back) into her true element. The Mother, now known as Nature recognized her fully for she was a daughter. The Sunrays danced through her curls a jubilant dance that twisted and curved. The wind laughed. And laughed. And the curls celebrated their friendship because the curls had waited patiently for these 11 years for this moment of unity – Sunrays, Wind, Curls, and the Mother’s Daughter together. At last. Forever.
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