Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child.
We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.
I love to go to the playground and watch the children jumping up and down. They don't know I'm firing blanks.
Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young.
