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this thing is very pretty. it does not say much, its cheeks are pale over and beneath blossomed with crimson. it has 2 light eyes of greeness which move softly over the nose and lips–2 florid strips of pinking. its hair is spun of evening sunlight, red hushed and riven with ray. this thing is rare and beautiful and lovely beyond lovely. this thing is a girl, she says her name. her eyes move softly, and her cheeks shine as blood with snow. few things have ever been so perfect, few things have ever been so girl.
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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this thing is very pretty. it does not say much, its cheeks are pale over and beneath blossomed with crimson. it has 2 light eyes of greeness which move softly over the nose and lips–2 florid strips of pinking. its hair is spun of evening sunlight, red hushed and riven with ray. this thing is rare and beautiful and lovely beyond lovely. this thing is a girl, she says her name. her eyes move softly, and her cheeks shine as blood with snow. few things have ever been so perfect, few things have ever been so girl.
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
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