When she finally falls asleep. The earth settles back into its place. She shuts her curious young eyes and piece becomes her name. Becomes the whole world’s name. The noise from outside seems to go silent. My heart seems to beat steadily. And we are in sync. She is only two years young, but her spirit is a girl I knew since I was a little girl. Someone I didn’t meet just two years ago. shes been here all along. Her soul is of our kind. Us gifted minds. She seems to know exactly how to connect with her inner being. I see her do it at random moments when she plays, it is as if she knows no other way to be an angel her age.
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