Sometimes she’s not fully there. She’ll be physically in the room, but she won’t be participating. You’ll wonder what’s going on in her head, but you’ll never guess. She has a world full of magic and tragedy inside her head, fragments of idea’s floating around the stars of her mind. She’s watching and observing, mentally taking note of everything surrounding her. She’s a dreamer, a writer, a thinker.

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