Rosie

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    I look into the sky as the leaves rustle in the wind. My hair flowing throughout the wind, the breeze hitting my skin. Hearing the chirping of birds, taking in a deep breath and letting it out.
    Her finger wraps around mine Easton and Day stand beside me. "Rosie Day Rowan, 2nd child of the gods." I say looking at Day he smiles at me.

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