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Fyona was golden, she kept a dim sunlight beneath her scalp and a flowerbed behind her cheeks. They noticed she’d always keep her sleeves rolled up, because that’s where she wore her heart. She radiated what we all feared was bigger than us and when she’d visit the ocean, the whales held her close to them

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[anonymous]

it's really a rarity nowadays to happen upon this page and find your words but i think it's the best and worst thing in my day.
best because nothing is so intune with the heart
and worst because my language is nothing like the beauty you can hatch with a wondrous literary voodoo.
please keep on intimidating me, rosalind.

-hetty