she was elusive. she was today. she was tomorrow. she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. we did not know what to make of her. in our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
i love that.
it's from my favorite book of all time.
:)
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