she was free-floating and beautiful, the front of her skirt tied up in a knot to escape imminent bike chain fate. the back of it flapping behind her in cascades of earthy yellow, tan, sunburnt orange. her shoulders, freckled, shades of pink and brown, lines running across her back, detailing every shirt, every dress she had worn that summer.
the wheels kicked up dirt behind her and she practiced riding, one hand, no hands; steering with her bare feet now.
she laughed and it trickled up the sky.
her neighbor paused from hanging clothes on the line, saw the girl, took a moment to turn her palms up and smile at the open sky.
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