She smiles, against the sun. She sings, slightly out of tune. Her eyes, big, doe, child-like eyes, are always full of wonder, and when she smiles, they crinkle up a bit at the sides, so her eyes smiles with her whole body. Her cheeks are as pink as carnations in the midnoon sun, and bright, flaming gold rivers ease their way down into her shoulders. Her laugh, shrill and high, but barely there. When she's nervous, or embarassed,
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