Long Ago, there was a young woman who visited Boston when she was 16. Her mind littered with teenage anxst and worries over her future as an adult, this young woman accidentely happened upon a man who gave her a pink balloon. She wore the pink balloon about her wrist for one whole day, she played with it, embraced the stares of people on the train, and walked around in wonder of the way it reacted to the wind, the light, and social expectations. The balloon, in its simple color and presence, quietly transformed her from the mentality of a 'young woman' to a girl. There are power in gifts, power in childhood.
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Saturday, February 7, 2009
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