Beauty

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Swallowing concoctions of green tea and paracetamol, my orange little cavers grew tired and gave my skull a rest. But there were still one thing bouncing against the insides of my skull, who is this Luna character. Her piercing green eyes still etched into my memory, and the feeling of her hair brushing against my face. I had no idea where on earth I were, only what Luna had told me. But I trusted her, I knew nothing of her. Maybe that's why I'm so intrigued, the playful mystery of such a beauty. Both beauty of the physical figure and beauty of the mind. I only spoke a few words to her, but I could see she had a magnificent mind from her smile.

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