She was fierce. She was wild and night-time. A heart so gigantic she could paint a picture world-wide. Her style was her own. Her spirit is unchained. Liberated running away from society touching the earth with her bare feet, it embraced her soul, leaving her breathless and carefree. A natural and appearing like a field of flowers, bright and magical. She was a kaleidoscope of colors living enchantingly under the moon at night, and cheerfully in the sun with its radiance and light.