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When She Dances
WILDFLOWERS MATCH HIS EYES. The riot of colors is like a hurricane and it seems to settle in the blue of them. The meadow is a palette of colors incomplete until he arrives. He's the perfect shade to finish the painting. The final touch. It all feels right when he's there. She feels right when he's there. It's funny how our subconscious makes us do, say, and think certain things. Yet, we don't seem to realize so. Because Pearl Blanchard doesn't see the truth that's right in front of her eyes. She notices the pounding of her heart but doesn't acknowledge the reason. She notices the bubbly sensation on her stomach, the eagerness on her system, the silly smiles, and lighthearted laughs that her body produces, everything except one little thing. Maybe, just maybe, that's how it all starts. H
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