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It's strange to see that my ultimate muse has evolved so much from everything I remember her as. Maybe not strange, but surprising. I remember her as such a dusty character, as beautiful as thistle flowers and as profound as the only cloud in the middle of a desert sky. Her words were choice and effortless. To say the least, she is the most resplendent girl I have ever met. She has never overlooked beauty, no matter how soft-spoken. She can look at anything and see beauty. She inspired me and opened doors I have always walked by, and she'll never know how grateful I have been for it.
I look at her now and I see a hipster-hippie-vegan whose talent has flourished and who's passion renews itself everyday. She doesn't take any moment for granted. Her eyes see only greatness. It's strange to see all of her loose curls whittled to a shaggy, nonchalant crop, and all of her feminine features become linear and masculine. She wears beanies and old sweaters now instead of dresses. She emanates trendy youth, although I don't think she knows it. If she heard me say that, I think she'd start wearing potato sacks and wooden sandals. She has changed and experienced more than I could have imagined for her, and I am so happy to see someone so deserving and appreciative doing so. I truly love her. I do.
I look at her now and I see a hipster-hippie-vegan whose talent has flourished and who's passion renews itself everyday. She doesn't take any moment for granted. Her eyes see only greatness. It's strange to see all of her loose curls whittled to a shaggy, nonchalant crop, and all of her feminine features become linear and masculine. She wears beanies and old sweaters now instead of dresses. She emanates trendy youth, although I don't think she knows it. If she heard me say that, I think she'd start wearing potato sacks and wooden sandals. She has changed and experienced more than I could have imagined for her, and I am so happy to see someone so deserving and appreciative doing so. I truly love her. I do.