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Thursday, July 10, 2008
Her Portrait (But how does it end?)
If he was a painter, he would paint her right there: as she stood on the bottom step, a foot taller than him for once, with green taffeta hugging her body (like his hands would be later) and pink-worried lips and rose-brushed cheeks.
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