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*has her veils out and is stroking them, pulling them through her fingers, arranging them over her hair, taking a little hop-step with an arm raised high to watch them drift in the air*
*catching her own gaze in the mirror, examines critically the gold-painted eyelids and the reddened lips, and then, with a sudden burst of laughter, spins around and around-- she is young yet, a girl yet, innocent yet, in awe of the moon and not yet in love*
*and, like any child, would be glad to chatter away at anyone who will listen, though most girls of her age would not chatter about pearls and silks and the dance of seven veils*
*catching her own gaze in the mirror, examines critically the gold-painted eyelids and the reddened lips, and then, with a sudden burst of laughter, spins around and around-- she is young yet, a girl yet, innocent yet, in awe of the moon and not yet in love*
*and, like any child, would be glad to chatter away at anyone who will listen, though most girls of her age would not chatter about pearls and silks and the dance of seven veils*