Up on the hills where we live, Roh skips ahead. She sings made up songs with dimples and grins; talks animatedly and earnestly to herself, and all the while the gentle breeze sets her hair dancing behind her.
Then she stops. She pushes her hands deep into soft fleecy pockets.
Her stare stretches far beyond the horizon, the carpet of world at her feet.
D is for day-dreaming daughter.
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