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     She moved through the passage of time like a feather on the wind. Nothing could predict where or when she would turn up next, and when she had the grace to flit into your life, if you so much as blinked, you ran the risk of her flitting out again before you could say hello. This is what defined her, her will as fickle as the wind. And this is what undid her.

     Much like many others who let their course be determined by unknowable forces, she met an early demise, filled with tears and regret, but possibly worst of all, no one to remember it by. Unknowable are the tragedies she suffered, and unthinkable were her struggles. This is what we know, and all we know.

     Regardless of how she came or how she went, there are snippets of her life that can be quantified. Bits that can be retold, remashed, reprocessed, and put together into a new form so that she is not totally forgotten. And I could tell you those words. But I won’t.

     To share with you words that have passed down through the proverbial phone line would be a besmirchment of its own. Instead, I will tell you what very little I myself know. It is still a taint, like never knowing the smell of homemade pie, and having it described to you by someone else. It will never do it justice, you will never know the instant, mouth-watering excitement, but at least you know it existed and someone loved for it the way you might for something else.

     She was beautiful. That is a given. All stories like this start out with a beautiful girl. Even if they never were beautiful, they will become beautiful in our story telling and reimagining. But I wish to express to you just how beautiful she was. It wasn’t that she had flawless skin, or the deepest, purest eyes, or the world’s most dazzling smile. It was in the way she moved, in the way she laughed. You could stand in the same room as her, marvel at how beautiful she was, but it wasn’t until she laughed that you fell in love with her. It didn’t matter that everyone else in the whole wide world was in love with her, it only matter that you loved her, right here, right now.

     Still, with an army of love under her wing, she never indulged in it the way many might. She could have easily spent her life cushioned by admirers, enjoying all they had to offer, but I suppose if she were that kind of person, her laugh wouldn’t be as beautiful.

     Adventure had her name on its lips. Just when you thought she would be happy- and you happy for her happiness- a new adventure lured her back out, like sirens in the ocean deep, and either you went with her, or she never returned to your shores again, bringing her smile to new lands like the sun brings day over the hills.

     I followed her for a little while, the best I could, a boy blinded by her light; before I didn’t, and she was gone. If I could undo any one great tragedy in all of humankind, it would be the five seconds where I thought it was ok to let her go. The five most foolhardy seconds of my life. I can’t, and she is gone now. Gone from my life, and gone from any others, her light no longer shining on new lands.

     If I could have one more chance, one more moment to tell her everything I ever wanted to say, it would not be to say I love her. It would not be to tell her she was beautiful. I would tell her she would not be forgotten. That her smile had spread to so many, so far apart, that her life had so indefinitely impacted so very many. Even after the years have washed her name away from all memory, there would still exist those who were raised in the ghost of her memory, never knowing her personally, but owing their very sense of self to her.

     That was the kind of person she was, and I loved her very much.
So. Been writing things. Wrote a thing. Here's a thing.
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slave2F8 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
"Adventure had her name on its lips" is now the working title of my future autobiography. This is an awesome piece of writing. Keep going!!
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waterdancer Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013  Student General Artist
xD thanks a ton. It was all completely spontaneous free writing, but I like how it came out.
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slave2F8 Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I;m seriously considering getting this as a tat.
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waterdancer Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013  Student General Artist
you even faved it /dies well im really glad you liked it, lol! but mang, it could be better. :I lol
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waterdancer Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013  Student General Artist
lmaoooo no, stop it you lamo. itd be the worst tat ever. xD
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slave2F8 Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
LOL NOT THE WHOLE THING, just 'adventure had her name on its lips'. 
Fine, maybe I'll just get a mug. Ohhh, I could put the quote on the rim lol
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waterdancer Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Student General Artist
I knwo you meant just the line. but still no. xD a mug, huh? better than a tattoo, but whatever. <3
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slave2F8 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
go to the tattoo parlor big or go home, man.
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waterdancer Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2013  Student General Artist
<3
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