RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sunlight lying along the floor, relaxing, stretching it's
rays through whatever opening happens to be near.
Playing happily, it sneaks up onto chairs, sitting around
the room and floating back out of a window.
Only to return again in seconds to continue playing it's
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