Once upon a time a child woke with light in her eyes and joy in her heart. She hugged the sky and thanked the sun, wind, and rain for being there. Her step was graceful. Earth massaged her feet and she reciprocated the kindness with a back rub before she returned home to share her happy circumstance only to find stony faces and stiff, unhappy bodies at the table. They ignored her joy and ordered her to work; their voices were stern. She had to write lots and lots of lists of tasks that made it impossible to go out anymore.
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