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November 11, 2010
She is a creature of the night. Stars in her eyes. The aurora lights under her skin. Shadow hair. Kisses like warm summer dusk and cold, cold, cold winter frost.

You want to touch her, but that's as impossible as touching the sky. More men landed on the moon than earned a smile from those beautiful lips.

She told me a secret once, told me the truth of her nature.

"I loved a man, and he loved me, but the Night never stays. No, the Night always goes. By the sun, I am gone. Changed. New. Never to be yours."