I saw her the other day in the market. Her cherry blossom tresses glimmering in the afternoon sun. I saw the way her hips weaved the walking paths, the way her eyes danced upon the gods of the bazaar, the way she threaded herself right through it all like spool and the way every one seemed to turn their head in her direction. When she caught my eye, I thought I’d die then and there. 

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