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‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎grace in the way she braids
‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hope into her hair where
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pink ribbons & silver pins
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎catch the light / like tiny stars..<8

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to be a portrait in motion—a living
model of purity, wonder, & unspoken
strength... ?   🪷 🐩  /  draped in  ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎
chiffon blues & blushing pinks, she
walks as if clouds soften beneath
her step.

she carries the stars in her soul,  
one a wish whispered into the sky 
by generations of angels.

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(spun storybooks)  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ her world is
lullabies, where dreams  don’t just
come at night—they live inside her  ‎ ‎ ‎
eyes. ‎she does not merely grow up;
blossoms like constellations
unfolding at dusk, shining from the
inside out. 📓

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INNOCENCE AND WONDER RUN HAND IN HAND..?  /  THE AIR AROUND HER FEELS TOUCHED BY LIGHT; HER JOY IS SACRED, HER TEARS HOLY, HER CURIOSITY DIVINE. 🪽
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world cannot help but pause and watch as she twirls through life, scattering sparkles like stardust on a breeze..  (+444) 🐑

‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in her heart lies a cathedral of
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dreams   /   painted in  shades
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎of   baby  blue  &  kissed  by
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎whispers of white.   🤍

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎walks between worlds, earth & sky
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎real imagined—with the poise of a
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎starlit muse / everything
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎becomes softer. 🐩 ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎
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