A Little Girl

She smiles out of a little wooden frame, caught in perpetual mid-laugh.  A squeal of delight that nobody hears, except in the echoes from my heart.

She smiles out of a little wooden frame, caught in perpetual mid-laugh. A squeal of delight that nobody hears, except in the echoes from my heart.

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