Elegance
Every deep brunette hair that kisses the deep of her neck smells of fresh
Lavender extracted from the leaves grown in the perfect and not-so-distant
Elsewhere. The perfect and not-so-distant Elsewhere; that must be her home.
Growing up there, she learned from the pristine best. She was trained by
Angels, who walked with her every book-balancing step for countless,
Never-giving-up hours and made sure that she was balanced in every way
Conceivable. And behold, as I hold the nourishing fruit of their labors,
Emanating with a love that radiates over-the-hill-into-the-blue-sky sunshine.
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