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In a long Victorian styled dress little Connie waltzes from person to person hugging their waists. She gives me a lingering squeeze with her porcelain colored arms. The crookedness of her teeth does not stop her from flashing a smile with every embrace. She is such a loving spirit for a third grade homeschooler. A fountain of youth is in her blue eyes and I hope for the sake of the world that growing up will never remove her wild joy.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
Hope for Constance
In a long Victorian styled dress little Connie waltzes from person to person hugging their waists. She gives me a lingering squeeze with her porcelain colored arms. The crookedness of her teeth does not stop her from flashing a smile with every embrace. She is such a loving spirit for a third grade homeschooler. A fountain of youth is in her blue eyes and I hope for the sake of the world that growing up will never remove her wild joy.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
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