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Sep. 8th, 2016|08:45 pm |
I saw a beautiful woman in the street today.
Her beauty was otherworldly, it transformed the late summer day into a golden autumn, the setting sun shining through her red jacket turned into molten sugar, and the shape of her body in a black tight-fit dress was like a beacon at the end of a tunnel.
She was so beautiful I immediately forgot my own appearance, name, origin, and destination, so that my brain would have more space in which to reiterate her image.
She was so beautiful she had her own gravitational field. I almost knocked her down. |
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