100 words for 365
They called her crazy because she didn’t fit the mold. Her hair styled by the wind, her nails untrimmed, and her heart too wild for this world. She rebelled against shoes, designer clothing, and the need for things. You see, in her world, the moon brought her to life, and the stars were her guide. She was a Gypsy, and the world around her moved too fast. Do not place her in a box or take away her dreams. This world was made for the outcasts, the dreamers, and the rebels. To possess a gypsy soul is to feel the magic.