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The first thing March set out to make clear is that she’s a girl of unrestrained whims.   Consistency isn’t her forte.   And she has no use for opinions.

She’s a wholly free spirit who will not be caged.

She’s come to dance, and she knows all the steps and the rhythms.

She’s a quick change artist with costumes in her trunk of every fabric and color.  She’s sweet and mild, and crazy and wild, all in the blink of an eye.

Belly up, boys.  You’re in for a show.

But hold on to your hearts.  She steals ‘em every time.

She was a free spirit, blithely riding the breeze of her own music, pastel flags that glittered with her laughter trailing behind her.

And he was much the same, tap dancing down the hall like that, whistling up the stairs.  Imagine!

We didn’t quite know what to make of them.  Such risk-takers, earth-shakers, box breakers!  They followed nothing but their own stars.  (And yet, how splendid!)

Nothing seemed to get them down.  It was as if they had eaten a box of special secrets for breakfast.  They were always a step ahead.  And all that mirth and eye shine.  (Should this be allowed?)

They made us uneasy somehow.  We wanted to find fault.  Yet they were so gentle, so kind.   (And brave, too.  Don’t forget that.)

One day, they walked up to the edge and leaped, and flew into the clouds.  Afterward, we saw their faces on glittery skyboards, and we told people we knew them when.

They were really something, Pat said.  They made you feel . . . well, so alive!