She's seen a thing or two, this Isadora; she is well-traveled. The soles of her feet are black with earth, the tops thinly caked in dust. She's run through dandelion fields in summer, thick with tall grass for the garter snakes to hide in. Some experiences have hardened her but she will not turn to stone; the warm rains in August will soften the mud and she will be renewed. At night she will put on thick, hand-knit sweaters that cover her hands and lie beneath the open sky. There is strength in her -you can see it in her eyes- and she will keep on smiling.
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For Sale: $50.00