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The house of mirrors. A woman. A quiet resolve is growing. That will not be noticed. v By those who are not looking. v Enduring love will be found.v And flourish under aspen trees, underplanted with narcissus. v And the bunnies will be as goofy as ever. I love and love and love you. As I was always meant to do. Oh well; way too slow.
A long shot of an enchanting ethereal dreamscape at night. A young woman with short brown hair, wearing a loose-fitting reddish-brown dress and walking barefoot over a pebble path, looks upward and contemplates her reflection in a large, ornate golden mirror, seeing herself wearing a cream-colored dress and