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She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
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1 week ago on January 24, 2012 at 10:59pm
1 week ago on January 24, 2012 at 10:58pm
I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much, but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.
Francesca Lia Block
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