(Sathyajit - the drifts of those ten words dancing on the ceiling)
Gliding across cheerfullya sprite amazinga feather luminous, full of delightmoves in eloquent charmon toe-tips, desire framingthe deep green eyesa smile beaming across the face.
A ten minute performancedynamics of falls and accomplishments…a burst of energy heregentle nudges to try and not give upa fallen angel oncetoday, in
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