"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."
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."
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By:Emily Broughton
Mr. Schmidt
2012
Period 8
Mr. Schmidt
2012
Period 8