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Her hair was colored burgundy,
hiding its true age like a fan dance on an afternoon breeze.
Her walk was quick.
As she laughed with the friend at her arm, the oblivious shops stood at attention.
Her lips subdued red.
Not zombie brown, but alive and cunning.
Her hips moved like a muted pendulum.
Not merely walking in tasteful slacks—but running like a ragged cloud across eucalyptus treetops.
Her blouse was sky blue.
The top buttons undone, her luxurious chest peeking around the edge of matching blue silk beneath.
Her eyes were blue as well.
Looking at her friend, looking at the street and cars, looking at me as we passed.
Took each in.
Embraced them briefly.
Then released.
