Searching for Thyme
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"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I heard a soft voice say just in front of me. As I opened my eyes I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had dark brown, almost black, hair and stark blue eyes. She had a sense of elegance and calmness about her. She wasn't one of the women who demand to be noticed, nor a woman who would coward in the face of attention. She was the kind of woman who would calmly take what life would throw at her and not question it.
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