March 2010
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Indigo. Those eyes. He couldn’t help but smile. The light shone off her face, radiant. Her scarlet hair, moving ever-so gracefully as she ran. She was happy; and so was he. He loved everything about her. He loved the way she smiles when he amuses her, the way she looked around, shy, when they were about to kiss. The way her eyes sparkle when they talk about their dreams, the way she twirls her...
