Red was out in the garden. She sat in the centre of all of the flowers, on her chest with her feet swinging and sticking up in the air. She hummed softly to herself before looking back at her sister wh sat quietly, absorbed in her books.
Maia felt eyes on her and she lifted her eyes from her book. Red still sat motionless. She looked so little in her eyes but Red denied it.
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13