Her hair trapped the red of the Sun. Her smile made daisies bloom. And when she walked, the air around us clung so tightly to her curves — desperately not wanting to let her go — that across the Northern Hemisphere, complete weather systems had to shift their gravitational centers to accommodate this supernatural locality.
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