She stands,
unsteadily,
arms stretched out.
A baby bird, ready for flight.
The cage keeps her safe.
She tries her wings.
Butter colored hair
whips red cheeks,
dimples. Grinning
she dares.
The truck lurches
Round mountain curves
She sways, falls into friends
arms outstretched.
She stands again.
and laughs.
Yells!
The pure joy
of being 10
of being free
of being brave.
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