The Tomorrow Girl

Everybody loved the tomorrow girl. She always walked like she was dancing on sunbeams…she always talked like she was singing songs only the four winds dared give voice to.

She always brought bountiful light to dourest of shadows…and sweet magic to even the most mundane of circumstances.

She melted hearts with her smile and moved mountains with naught but the force of her boundless optimism; sadness and cynicism and loneliness had no welcome place in her company.

And that’s why everybody…everybody…loved the tomorrow girl.

Everybody claimed they knew the tomorrow girl intimately. Some claimed to be her sisters and her brothers...her mothers, her fathers, her husbands, her most ardent and faithful lovers. Some claimed to be her most trusted confidants or her most devoted and unwavering supplicants.

Everybody claimed to have a place in the heart of the tomorrow girl…and, though none of them truly knew her as intimately as they imagined they did, every one of them was right.

And even when she was gone…for she never lingered long in one place…her spirit remained…dancing on sunbeams…singing with the mighty winds…opening hearts to light and peace, passion and joy…and that’s why everybody…everybody…loved the tomorrow girl.

And that’s why everybody…that’s why I…loved the tomorrow girl.

- for Magdalena -

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