She is spontaneous, Crude, and loving. You'll often times find her dancing by herself near the jukebox/the band/ in the middle of an empty field. She enjoys life on a level unappreciated by others. Like a lost AM radio station, she is quite a delight to experience, if even for a small amount in time. Just as wildfire comes, wildfire goes. She's here one day and gone the next, often leaving without a note. This is the tragic being of one of God's most beautiful creature. You'll always remember her for the wind in her hair and the music she sways to.
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