The sun streaked past the tall cinder branches and fell on the ground below. As if in acknowledgement, but more so in gratitude, Stella lifted her tender feet and flung herself onto the skies; the sun kissed early morning air forming dew drops on her pink cheeks.

For the next hour or so she pirouetted and pranced about, arching and bending, twisting and turning her limbs about in sheer gay abandon as if she were a peacock preening and prancing about in blissful abandon in the middle of the jungle without a care in the world.

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