the swing by starfishstoryOnce upon a time there was a playground with an old swing by the edge of the lake in the park.Xena loves to hang out at the old swing. This swing overlooks everything, from across the lake to way beyond, way beyond where she could ever reach or ever be at.Xena loves to hog the swing. She will wake up in the wee hours of the morning, gobble down last night's dinner that she envisions as breakfast, and rushes towards the swing just to be the first person to ride that swing.She will climb atop the swing; push herself as far as she can ever go.Whoosh! The wind blows past her shirt.Whoosh! The wind blows past her cheeks.Whoosh! The win
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