hiking her patterned dress up to her knees, she looked up and down, judging the distance from the ground to the top of the tire swing.
tucking a wisp of white, curled hair behind her ear, she readjusted, and pulled herself up with a burst of energy. momentum started the rope swinging, the tire spinning her slowly as she drifted back and forth.
she laughed, glistening eyes and wrinkled face turned towards the sky.
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