There was a reason for the tunes in her life to sound like
fire crackling on a sea beach at night. For the raindrops to kiss her lips
passionately while we were entangling knots in our matted hair. For her skin to
feel as fresh as the trembling dew at the edge of grasses. For the remarkable
depth in her eyes that smiled whenever clouds gathered in the sky.
When she was a little girl, she had had a chance encounter
with a magician.
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