The wind rustling through those gorgeous curls, feet hanging down and giggles galore. On the swing with out a care in the world, she could have stayed all day. The air was just right - warm and stickily humid but being in a swing created a breeze to cool of her sweaty neck. She laid her head back and just let the breeze flow around her then exclaimed and burst into giggles. Every push made her jump in excitement and created anticipation for the next push. I pushed and she giggled. I pushed more and she giggled more.
Swinging in the swing.
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