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By scqueen Date: 2001 Oct 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.01.16.43.26361]] |
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she is magical. I imagine her barefoot, floating just above rustling leaves. I see her dressed in velvets of baltic amber and sapphire, hair wild - skimming the wind. A laugh, so contagious one commits it to memory. She is followed by an aura of words that can be pulled out of thin air, and formed into the most touching poetry one can read. She is special. Today and always. |