Most days, she is a teenager who hardly leaves her room and whispers when she does talk. She often feels like she can’t connect or bond with no one. We are talking about a child of fantasy and music. But, when we feed the ducks, she lives again.
Anxieties and sharp bladed memories fade in the presence of those who shine purple, green and orange. Laughing like a small child, the girl walks among them. The ducks don’t care who you are to anyone else, they will gather around like adoring pets. Price of happiness? Guacamole pringle chips, ancient movie popcorn and dry bread.
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