Simple Things
Minnie, I remember your voice when I was three or four. I'd dance 'round and 'round 'til I was dizzy, dancing to one of the records of yours my parents had in their collection. You put a pretty light on those times. Thank you.
Enter a hollow of leaves and fuchsia flowers. Random thoughts litter the floor like a bed of crushed petals.
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