Chapter 3.

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She had poems in her head that paper wouldn't give justice. Beasts in her body that left in cascades of robins, doves and nightingales. Her body embraced spirit with plucking fingers, leaving her infinite deity. An aura of poise leapt from her cheeks, her hair, her eyes...When her eyes creased and her expression resembled that of joy, it was as if the world had come together. Everything made sense when she smiled. Life was again worthwhile.

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