Saturday, January 5

The girl who made me look at myself and changed me

She was playing around that yard without a care in the world. The sunbeams fell upon her hair and burnished them; the beautiful blue riband seemed to match with the blue mountains yonder; the serenity did not proceed from the bright morning sun of 11'o clock, from the grass upland on which the small house was situated, from a lone horse that was drinking water from a trough in the yard, from the yard itself enclosed by wooden planks and occasional wire fencing, but from the girl - only handsome to look at, her charm was when she moved, flitted around, played with things, dared to take the sun, or sweated into an unlooked for smile.

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