Savannah ran through the garden, the leaves brushing past her skin, blades of grass flicking her ankles. Her face was alight. Her blue eyes wide with excitement. She was grinning in a way that showed all of her teeth. A bubble rose inside of her exploding in spurts of uncontrollable giggles The kind of glee only a child could ever truly experience.
The trees were extraordinarily green, spreading out in front of her like an arched pathway; with a protective canopy over her head. Safe. Welcoming. The birds sang their happy son, unidentifiable by most, because no one really did listen. But she heard them. She understood the way they were calling to her. Beckoning her to step forward, to join them in their song, to dance with them across the sky. She ran faster, then, her body stumbling over her little legs. Her long red hair flowed out behind her, creating an illusion of a flickering fire, small and bright.
... To Be Continued ...
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