Post #34 – Memoir Writing, Journaling – Amber Starfire
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WHEN I was eight, I loved to twirl, as what eight-year-old doesn’t? I remember one time in particular, a late afternoon on a warm summer day, when I climbed to the top of a grassy hillock and closed my eyes. A gentle breeze swirled over the skin on my face, arms, and legs, enlivening me. I opened my arms to it and began twirling, twirling, twirling. My favorite skirt, a green and blue, knee-length plaid of medium weight cotton blossomed from me like an upside down tulip as I spun, its weight the perfect counter-balance to my movement. I twirled until the earth tilted and I had to turn in the opposite direction to keep from toppling over. [click to continue…]
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