Divided by who she is and must be,
Complicated beauty, spinning.
Broken trust, yet willing to thrive,
Found from somewhere deep inside.
Torn between suffocating her color,
And accepting that which brings her life.
A painted essence you can see,
One she’ll deny continously.
You’ll want to rescue her, catch her,
Have the hand she leans towards first.
Know she’s twirling effortlessly,
Used to living sublimely,
Dedicated to using what’s hers,
Independence, her curse.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is beautiful Audrey Dawn, the frustration of independence not quite yet realized…yet knowing in her nature that one day she will bloom. Great photo too!
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Thank you, Randall Dalo…Dalo Randall…I like when you use my entire name. 😉 Am I in trouble? Yes, one day she will grow into her ability to be…why does it take so long? Ha. Thank you…
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The child loved.
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Yes, Salva, she did. Good night.
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🙂
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I loved this…do I know this lady, Audith?
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Thank you, Duke. *smiles* Ya, you may have spoken to her before.
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I thought so! What sort of flower is that, Audith?
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That obvious? Sort of flower? Well, I think she’s in the sunflower family…don’t you?
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Well, to this professorish one! Oh, I’m not sure. I don’t know much about flowers.
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Yeah, you pay close attention…
I don’t know many flowers.
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Oh, yes you do!
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No, I really don’t!
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More than I do!
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Maybe, just barely.
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aah words that stir emotions…well expressed 🙂
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Thank you, Neha. You’re the best. ♡
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