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She was impossibly beautiful. Impossibly shaped like the most petite hourglass one could find. Her skin was like a not yet ripened peach; the color of an ocean of honey in the summer. That was her, summer. She walked around, not knowing that even in the bitterest, dullest winter months, she brought summer. She had the longest eyelashes that framed her soul’s windows so eloquently and the daintiest nose one could only draw on the smallest sheet of paper. Her teeth were halo-white, she just didn’t know how breath taking she was to me. Her eyes, the windows to her soul, possessed an unrequited kindness I only saw in my mother. She didn’t need someone to bow to her for her to flash those deep sea blue eyes. Her lips, which I had not yet explored, were always in a perpetual pout. But her hair; my God, her hair, beautiful golden waves of hair that crashed over her face and neck and shoulders and chest. No; her curls weren’t golden, what color is that color? Was it the color of the sun in the morning? The color of silk found among the strawberries? Yes, she called it ‘strawberry blonde’ but it wasn’t. Her hair was sun-streaked, tangled, bouncy laughter around her angelic face that only I could see and appreciate. Her hair was summer laughter if there ever was such a thing. Sun kissed strawberry fields with rows of Helles beer poured in between; yes, that was her hair.