i wonder what she thinks

When she sits with her eyes closed shut.

She says not a word, but quietly sits.  Her fingers folded.  Her legs crossed.  Her chest slightly rising.

She seems peaceful to me and genuinely content in her body.  The birds chimer by her side and a slight smile curves on her delicate lips.  The heat doesn’t seem to brother her and she doesn’t mind the cold all too much.

She’s perfectly at peace to sit where she sits with her eyes closed and her fingers folded and her legs crossed as her chest rises.

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