ginger hair
flowed,
cascading down
her face
and draping itself
over her
shoulders
she was beaming
a golden glow,
like an
ethereal being
if i'd
ever seen one,
she was beautiful
there was glint
in her green eyes,
the same ones you have,
and i couldn't
help but wonder
if she recalled
who i was
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