In the pages of Vulnerability

once upon a time, there was a girl. and she dreamed. and she floated. and she thought of wence she'd come. and she had sparkles in her eyes, and glitter in her nose. and pink on her toes. and she laughed. and her laughter carried through the mountains and thundered with the storms of lightning and it bubbled with the giggles of waters and it gallivanted through fields with the zephyrs and it sprinkled the face of the earth like tear-raindrops and it harmonized with the songs of the birds. Everyone knew her laugh, but no one knew her. Yet, by knowing her laugh, they knew her soul.