she is not thinking of her future or
what to wear to tomorrow, she is not
thinking of Elsa or Melodie, or of
mom or dad, or Felix, or ...anything.
she is not thinking she is in her body
moving through space on her new bike
her feet snuggled into her rain boots,
her cape resting loosely on her shoulders
she does not have to think about anything
her tummy is full, she is loved, her clothes fit
and she is riding through the air, her wheels
spinning on the concrete at the park.
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