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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

she...

was the type to always carry a tigers eye stone because she deserved to be protected
hid a knuckle of ginger in her purse- mostly for luck, but also for cocktails
pinned dried jasmine to remember
carried such color in her skin, so much magic in her hands
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