Wind whipped and picked her up, tossing her through the air.
She lived for the feeling of being whisked through the wind.
She danced amid the clouds and twirled like a fallen leaf.
Every once in a while she would come down low enough to be caught by an innocent passer by.
They might tie her to their wrist and she would revel in the heat of their skin against her.
But the silken ribbon was slick and no amount of knots could keep her tied up for too long.
After minutes, days, weeks even, she would slip out and catch a breeze that shot her towards the sun.
She lived both among the living and among the clouds, never settling for long with one or the other.
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