her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows

She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.	long broad flights of lamplit stairs	She wears her failed relationships like a shield	Lauren
Chocolate de Mexicanos	Dancing, you sparkle. You are what happens when music makes love with light.	Histoire de l'Oeil and The Candy Club, Richmond	Italian cinema
A Place Of Dreams And Magic	Sparks	The Good Fairies of New York	Things you can tell just by looking at her

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