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Thursday, July 25


 

Her face is imprinted in my mind  like a melody. The image is just on repeat. 
I've never seen anything  like that. Maybe it's who she is on the inside that radiates out. But her face shines with a light I can't explain. A lot of people say they wish that who a person is on the inside would be their appearance. With her I can see it. She has this aura that the second I saw her smile reached out and transfixed me. It was unexpected and I don't think I realized it at first what was happening, but now I understand. Her smile is that one thing I can remember exactly from that night, and beautiful. She's really beautiful. I've said that simple word before but now it has an entire new meaning. Her aura brightened up the room, and when she smiled the world really did stop for a while. 
 
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