Happy

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When she is happy, her green eyes are wide, they laugh.
Her arms halfway outstretched.
Her legs, covered in not- too- dark denim make themselves run,
while her feet pound in my ears.
She is tall and her body comes forward, toward me, slows down, and then stops.
With an exhilarated look, she says "That was great."





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