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Bouncing down the pathway, Sam was the very echo of newborn lambs. His head was blossoming with song, his lyrics growing fast. As his words twirled upwards, they danced with the birdsong and waltzed clean over the hill.

General

There was an explosion in her brain... the good sort... the type that carries more possibilities than she could be conscious of... but there were hundreds of ideas there in that buzz of electricity... she could feel it. It was the calling card of adventure, of paths awaiting her feet. Whatever was ahead could be a great challenge, and there could be tears, but it was her adventure to take and so she smiled. The ideas would come, probably when she least expected it, so she laced her boots and took a step.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2019.