Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
Chase it, and it ceases—
Chase it not, and it abides—
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow—when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it—
Deity will see to it
That You never do it—
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Heavily, but healthily addicted to acoustics and sound. Frequently bursts into song. Sometimes her songs are a lost cause. That fact never stops her. God is her life. Friends are her passion. Music is what keeps her going. Love is her final destination.
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