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Monday, 31 May 2010 19:42 |
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Beneath this branch named Tovina, snuggled a smiling Bluest Violet.
“Bluest Violet, what makes your smile? Did you paint on its sparkle to cover the deep unhappiness?”
“Happy I am, and smiling from root to blossom; I wish you could see. No vanishing sparkle is mine!”
“But tell me how it really is.”
“I speak truly, Tovina, for the Husbandman painted my smile. The cool, calm shade makes me happy; he gave me that. The sweet, damp earth makes me happy; he gave me that. The bounding breeze makes me happy; he gives me that. The prancing patches of sunlight make me happy; he gives me those. Truly, my smile goes all the way through.”
Tovina turned away, taking care not to shake the more what she thought might yet be a fragile sparkle.
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