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  • Balloonatic

    October 27, 2009 — With 147 words — Read — Share
    Running in the lush green field with her loose red dress shoes.
    Small bruises on her shin that looked like a group of small islands.
    Pink ribbon in her hair that began to unravel.
    Rough green grazed knees.
    Purple balloon tied to her pinky.
    The wind chased the little girl across the field.
    Until it was so stretched out it only left only a slight breeze her way.
    It brushed her orange hair and made the balloon string slide of her little finger.
    She ran after it, the balloon hovering vastly in the blue sky above, just out of reach of her outstretched fingers.
    But she never manages to get her balloon back.
    It happened a lot, the wind was winning.
    But she never gave up, her love for balloons persisted until she was all grown up.
    She saved money and bought a rainbow colored hot air balloon she took up into the sky.
    To search for her lost balloons.
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