her faint hair illuminated as the sun overlapped it. her honey lustrous skin dancing with the freckles of gold laid atop her cheeks.
her champagne lips were made of inflorescence, waiting to bloom. a view so remarkable, so astonishing the angels swooned ever so amiably and quiescent.
"hark!" they said in divulgence, she was an angel.
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