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Her hair dark but earth kissed. 

Waves of licious curls, cascaded down her back.

With the soft breeze and the sun peeked clouds. Her lush, soft locks floated into her eyes. Hiding those glinting orbs as if shy.

Her hand combed back the strand, resting it back like feather, on her sunlight pecked shoulder.

The floral tiara rested peacefully above her ruling swirls, crowning her glory.

A suspicion of tire on her dazzling face, only added dignity to her bearing.

Her modest eyes glanced at me, before falling back to the dew soaked soil.


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