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"You notice her hands grip tightly to the fabric of her skirt, almost in an effort to ground it from the wind."
"Peering through the veil, you see her eyes are shut tightly, lines branching to her temples as if she is restless in sleep."
"From beneath the lace, you see pricks of light interspersed with freckles that dance from her cheeks to her neck."
"For a moment, you catch a glimpse of movement as her eyes shake under their lids, as if she is searching in the dark."
"She could have anyone in the world
Floats around town in a golden gown
Born in a castle on a cloud
Magnolia
Prettiest girl that I know
Stars in her eyes
Handpicked from the skies
Beautiful soul"
- Laufey 'Magnolia'