Olivehurst

There once lived a little girl who would rise far before the sun.


She enjoyed her tiny lunches full of joy in every bite.


She often walks around places she doesn't know, just searching for another human she may understand. Meanwhile, she keeps walking, and standing, and sitting and looking, and searching, and smiling.


Did I meantion she often tries to fly...but merely falls to her disbelief that her wings just won't flap fast enough to take her high into the next world.


Oh Kenny... she only dreams he would come back to those days of the bull fighting.


:)