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Post by iris amelia payne on Jun 6, 2011 0:00:14 GMT -5
fingers reached out gracefully being careful, gently caressing the metal, taking in the temperature before curling fingers around the long rusted chains. the metal gave a groan at the added weight, seeming too shift like sucking in a breath before settling as her own weight settled in, down on top of the hardened plastic. the chains were warmed from the summer, but they didn't burn her palms as she curled her fingers around them tighter. feet still planted firmly on the ground, she kicked the bark chips under her boot covered foot, the shove set it all in motion, her body moving like a pendulum on the swing. iris looked up at her feet as she pumped they were in front of her and her eyes were blinded by the sun, her feet covered it for one moment and she remembered that brief thought she's had as a child sitting on these swings. that if she went high enough surely she'd be able too fly into the sky, she'd fly higher then anything ever was so nothing could ever catch her. the thought flew out of her, as the air pushed around her, and her body went backwards on the swing once more.
iris kept the motion up on the swings, not bothering to give a crap about any of the looks given to her. her hair was down in blond curls that seemed effortless but weren't and were two days old, her worn orange tank top with blue bikini top under and jean shorts with black combat boots, or maybe because she was a little old to be on the swings, but she didn't care. she looked around, as she swung backwards once more, waiting for something too happen, waiting too wake up to some life she believed she was supposed too lead which should have been much more than this.
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