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Her brown, silent eyes gazed into the sun as she sat down on the grass of our campus grounds. How the leaves fell into her dark brown, curly hair! Oh, how I wondered what she was thinking of - maybe a poem, a line, or a character. She loved how the words looked on a page. How I wished we could be together, but oh, how...