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While we weren’t looking she sprung gazelle-like legs and graceful arms. Her growth deftly sneaked past us like a cat in the night.

She captivates as she sits, long legs outstretched, one arm perched beneath her chin, her hair a disarray of chestnut and gold tumbling down her back, eyes lively, clear, honest.

When did this change begin? I’ve patrolled your lands and cleared your path diligently, like a patrolman on his beat, twirling a nightstick at his side.

Lovely Sophie, so new, so beautiful. Your mind and legs, lean and strong, will take your far.

May 11, 2010