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There's something effortless about the way

she somersaults through the sky with sunshine in her eyes

flying through the air undaunted by the concept of gravity

her untamed curls flying like wisps of young fire being fed by his breath

a nymph of the rite of spring,

she danced as much as for the earth as she did for the heavens

rising from the ground as if born from ashes of fallen angels

clad in shadows of the night, she emanated a vivacious light

all eyes were drawn to her because there was no denying

she walked the path of the star catchers,

and the universe with its bias toward those who see beauty in it

whispered its secrets into her soul

for her to share with the rest of us.


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