She walks through shadows and out into the bright sunlight as though this is her world and she knows it. It is as though the day opens its petals to her as she walks past it, turning to follow her every step until she is out of sight and then the day turns its head to the ground, drooping as though the warmth has gone from its world with her passing on by.
Heads turn too as she walks on by, as though she has some kind of magnetic force that captures the glance and leads it to watch her as she walks on past. She does not turn to see if others are watching her, but if someone does catch her eye with her smile – and everyone always smiles when they see her – then she will smile too. Then the person who gets that smile feels as though their day has been made special, as though the gods have parted the clouds to plant a blessing upon their heads. Then they too turn and smile at everyone else they see that day as though her smile has made them overflow with good feeling towards their fellow man, and they can no longer contain the joy she has brought to their lives and so they must spread it all around too.
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