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She had Kate Beckinsale's body, Angelina Jolie's eyes and the voice of
my grandfather, speaking to me gently as if a wind were caressing my ears and touching my
ankles and a smile that runs from ear to ear. I rocked gently with breeze and invited
the wind to catch up as they slowly continue to dove-tail downward, spiraling into ecstasy and
peanut butter and wind chimes and fleshy visions of
demons wings enveloped in the Devils mist.
