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June 10, 2007
I remember her with her arms spread toward the sky and spinning in the sunlight, next to me. Our shoes and clothing would seldom match and we would never bother with make-up other than to paint our eyes black. There was no limit until we grew up and suddenly it was not okay to spin outside or write all over the sidewalk with colored chalk.

"Childish things," shed look at me and say, while she painted her lips red and I blew bubbles in the room.

"Im a woman now," she said to me as she walked out the door.