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Do you know what would make me feel pretty today? To pretend I was 8 years old, and running faster than my legs could carry me through a field of wildflowers growing taller than my streaming blonde hair. To play in the mud until it gets dark and my feet are so cold they'll tingle when I hop in the bath. To let my mum braid my hair not caring what it looks like but thankful it's out of the way. To make bouquets with fallen leaves and cakes with sand and water. To go on a hike through the backyard forest and climb trees and discover birds nests. Scrambling. Scrambling would make me feel pretty today.
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