A daughter of the forest

The freckled face, the shimmering eyes, stare up at us in sheer delight.

The prospect of attention from more than one of these, strange yet beautiful creatures, causes her heart to bubble over with joy.

A treasure is she, green eyes and a smile, with spunk like a stallion, she’s a daughter of the forest. She will grow into a young woman with grace and beauty, but until then she is like an Indian Child, untamed and free, like the wind itself.


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