She's cute all year round

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The first time I saw Maya, it was spring. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, catching in the messy braid that tumbled down her back. She was laughing, a sound like wind chimes dancing in a breeze, as she wrestled a frisbee away from an overenthusiastic puppy. Her hair, the color of sun-kissed wheat, framed a face alight with pure joy. Even then, amidst the blossoms and playful chaos, I knew: Maya was cute.

Summer found her by the beach, a splash of sunshine in a bright yellow sundress. Her hair, now a tangled riot from a dip in the ocean, held a single seashell tucked behind her ear. She chased the retreating waves, her laughter echoing across the shore, and built sandcastles that rivaled fortresses. Each freckle, kissed by the sun, was a new constellation on her skin. There was a carefree spirit in her that made her undeniably cute.

Autumn painted the world in hues of orange and gold, and Maya mirrored it. She wore cozy sweaters the color of fallen leaves, a mug of hot cocoa warming her hands. Nestled in a corner of the library, a strand of hair escaping from a messy bun, she devoured a book, her brow furrowed in concentration. But when she looked up, a smile lit her eyes, the warmth rivaling the crackling fireplace nearby. Even in her studious mode, there was a quiet charm that made her undeniably cute.

Winter saw her bundled in a thick scarf, a snowball clutched in her gloved hand. Her breath puffed out in white clouds as she chased me across the park, her smile brighter than the snow that blanketed the ground. Her nose, rosy from the cold, crinkled in a playful challenge as we engaged in a snowball fight. There was an infectious energy in her, a childlike wonder that made her undeniably cute.

Maya's cuteness wasn't just in the way she looked, though her ever-changing beauty was a joy to behold. It was the way she saw the world, with a childlike wonder that found magic in everything. It was the way her laughter filled a room, chasing away any shadows. It was the way her kindness radiated outwards, warming hearts like a summer sun. It was a constant, a truth that transcended seasons: Maya was cute, all year round.