Margaret of the red hair and light blue eyes, sunlight smiles and summer kisses, drinking coffee in the morning (one cup, no cream, no sugar), always with a gaze toward the adventures that lay ahead for the rest of the day. Margaret was peaceful for the moments in the morning, a gathering of the energy that she would release in a slow-motion explosion across every hour that crested across the firmament until sundown.
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