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Was it her evergreen eyes that glowed golden in the fading rays of the twilight over Finley's Bluff. Was it the fountain of sun-kissed nutmeg curls that spilt from the crown of her head, barely held in check by a scrunchie she had made from a plastic bag. Was it the lopsided smile that revealed a busted tooth got from using it as a bottle opener or that she laughed in the face of Vanity by her refusal to fix it for no other reason than to have the story to tell about it later. Was it her lithe silhouette held captive by the sapphire sky, arms outstretched, serene face turned to meet her maker as she leapt off the cliff just to see if she could fly.