I’m searching for the girl with the twinkle in her eyes
She’s there in the photos from the past
That shimmer – that sparkle – who I long to be again
If I keep looking, will I find her at last?
I’m searching for the girl with the twinkle in her eyes
She’s there in the photos from the past
That shimmer – that sparkle – who I long to be again
If I keep looking, will I find her at last?
Life On The Skinny Branches 
I have a photo of me as an 18month old up on my living room wall to remind me who I really am- I have such a naughty glint in my eye
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She’s always there, right inside you. At least that’s my experience, professionally as well as personally. But she’s gained some serious life experience since that time. So she’s growing wisdom. Which, if it doesn’t count now, will soon. 😉
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She is there all this time waiting for the right time and your writing is giving her the voice she has always had but didn’t realise because the moment hadn’t come. Keep writing!
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Oooo, you nailed it. Thank you!
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