The Dear One

I'm telling a story about the western woman who came from the other side of St. George, Alabama, she's been very fidget and picky on things, she get in trouble once awhile like a walk million of craziest mile or to, she check her fabulous file box within, the dear one who cherish her luxurious and scrumptious land to discovered and recovered the world she truly love the best of it, she tried to roller skate on her two feet onto the private park herself before, nearly couple scraped few times, until then, she wear her helmet knee pads and elbow pads to be protected when she truly fall down not hardily in the cement floor, it could be on the soft and tender grass instead of it, her smiles were so bright enough, she skated very fast on the downhill path after all, she's very smooth roller skater by day when the sun was rising perfectly and strong indeed, she's not into the Roller Derby competition, she got the deeper soul in the universe, her heart her love her compassionate moment in thin uproarious life in the mix, she's very kind and friendly way too, it seemed very romantically, her writing skills become as legend to begin with

Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-18-17