celtic rock so rules!
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Flaxen gold hair prettily framed a classic heart shaped face. A silver charm bracelet slid up and down her wrist, charms dangling as she walked. Heeled sandals clicked rhythmically on the quaint Scottish cobblestone streets, encasing dainty feet. The girl of his dreams sashayed down the street gaily, alone, eyes wide and searching.
She had eyes gray as the sky after a shower of mellow spring rain.
In one ringed hand she clutched a leather notebook, in the other a pen. She wrote as she walked. The ink flew rapidly over paper. He watched her with soft eyes, parched throat. She spotted him, then, and a small smile quirked her rosebud lips. Walking over, his heart beat in his small chest, and she reached over to pet him gently. He flew away, heart broken.
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Who ever said I couldn't? =)
