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Her hair, despite being done up in a layer cake of braids,
starched consonants,
had a cuddly laugh;
the lemony light of April,
a wonderful person who enjoyed demonstrating her wonderfulness.
Violet was still outside, like a dog unused to house privileges.
These words do not fly off my tongue. These words step out one by one, wearing shoes.
She clutched a small white purse that she used as punctuation.
a screeching mudslide of obscenities,
The moat of bliss that surrounds me is far too wide for the truth to cross over.
