Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-04-09 00:39:00 |
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Maryanne followed the hedges, pausing to look at the flowers that were starting to spring up here and there. Picking only the very best ones. Mister Clint needed flowers. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure he did need them. And he was so nice she wanted to get them for him. He was lots better than her own Daddy. She was glad the little babies had him. And Bucky. Once she was done collecting she sat herself down and started to weave the flowers together, just like Nana taught her. Her little tongue poked out from between her lips as she worked. |