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she’s thunderstorms and cold winds which leave goosebumps. she’s as dark as the night sky and as fair as the dawn. she’s the ocean waves and the tinge of salt in the air she’s the song in the wee hours

pinpricks of light sprinkled across a dark horizon like dewdrops in the sky. gusts of memories of the rainsmith and the cinders of times past. Like fireworks. Like out-of-focus pretty lights. with a formless tune, with a glass of forgetfulness.