With her feet firmly tucked to the baked earth, she looked up to the amber wednesday, and in her usual sense of spry lept for the golden eve, and as a shiver to the yonder winter crept in, her lunges filled even bigger, louder, and at a distance she could feel the voice shed lost, she longed to touch but only faintly in the brisk of that cold dusk. The child she once was, gone, gone, perhaps forever....
L