Brianna got ready for her second bike ride of the season- on the twinkling bright, shining, glorious day it was. Dabbing apricot-hued lipstick on, and applying a hint of peach bronzer to the apples of her cheeks, she smiled at herself, proud of how well she mimicked the summery-sweet day outside. Happiness seemed so far off with the winter weather, and her heart swelled with longing for the joy, bloom and soft heat of April.
Mounting her frosting-pink, spray-painted shwinn, she glided down the driveway, hopping off onto the street. Pumping her legs, she felt strong and free and fast- so wonderful after feeling weak and trapped and slow for the past few weeks. The heave and ho of air through her bosom awakened the feeling of humanity- the raw, welcomed pain in her lungs reminded her that she is such a human, such a living-being. And she was very alive.
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