She Was Wild

There was a fire in her eyes that never went out, and an ever present breeze flowed through her hair.   She was crazy and wild belonging to no one but herself. She was like a storm, beautiful and rare.   She danced her days away, spent everything she had then wondered where it had gone, like sand through her hands.

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