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I am going to paint her little toenails today. I think orange. That is "her" color. She looks annoyed as she peers into her bag of marbles, hastily digging them out and scattering them every which way (helter skelter) the ping ping on the tile, glass hitting the surface but not shattering. She is transfixed watching them bounce, she chases them, snatching up all that she can in those tiny hands fit for a princess of fairy tale perception. I can honestly say without all these distractions and interruptions due to her unwaverring lifeforce my own life would conduct itself like a series of moments like beeps and blips on a radar. Dull, predicatable and consistent. I was born to love her and I will never be free she'll always be a part of me.