Dedicated to a colleague so soft and tender.
Her heart is located in every part of her being and bones, calcified with the vitamins of meekness. Peace begins and ends her collection of any intention and her reaction, irrespective of situation always avoids its rights of being thorough. Softer than a hot dough, and more flexible than a rubber band even in the midst of hungry chewers and the threat from playful band stretchers she holds strong to the emblem of her personality putting the eyes of calm in a shock dilation to the awe of her tolerance and irritability. If nations were like her, humanity would have no scar her deeds incarcerate pride and incriminate greed with an intuition structured by static trees beside a slow moving river enveloped by the faint whistling of happy resting birds. The healthy mystery of such an existence adds royalty to the privilege of being human because she gets hurts only when the devil himself directly strikes with the mercenaries of hell yet unknown to possible actuality.
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