Heureux&content.

Dear Fleur.
Today is nice. The sun decided to peek out. I missed him. He is a dear friend. Worth every ounce of wishful thinking.
I am in a good writing mood today.
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Her legs were crossed. In that particular way that meant she was happy. That she was content. And she was at the moment. Heureux&content. A good duo.
Her hair was poofy. It was a big hair day. She didn't exactly feel in mood for poofy hair, but she just piled it up on her head and was satisfied. Her hair wasn't something she could exactly control. It had a life of its own. And it was stubborn.
She wore a little skirt her older sister had sewn. High on her waist with a yellow striped shirt tucked in it. It felt like she was wearing summer. All over herself. A little pearl hung around her throat. And her feet were bare. Maybe that was what made her feel like she was wearing summer. Her bare feet. But then again, she was always barefoot.
Her head was wishing for a French boy.
But there wasn't one.
So she just went to get her French flash cards out. And practice. Saying things like 'je t'aime'&'frere'&'petite.'
And she was heureux&content once more.
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I like you sun.
And I like the way I'm writing today.
Love from Bella.