Tuesday, August 24, 2010
once i was
"She never speaks. She's so elusive. She's so mystical. I can't even imagine what her voice sounds like. You never hear her coming up behind you on the garden path when she's out walking . . . she moves as silently as the breeze. She must be in a constant state of meditative communion with God. She's the quietest girl I've ever seen."
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