There she was.
Blonde,
Bold,
Barefooted.
Radiant like a little sun in the summer twilight.
This rush is beastly.
Like a run through the primal forests and deserts of this earth.
The cheerful, playful pounce of a tiger.
And you know what?
This animal thing...
There's nothing wrong with it.
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