The Viking Comments

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First, she slipped in my gaze like a caged sparrow straining under the duress of her fetters bursting for release, strangely familiar but aloof.
I was drawn to her as she walked like a runaway waterfall, impervious to the obstacles in her path, drunk in her resolve.
She moved like she carried a storm concealed in the knot of her tresses hiding a secret that could string tune to my heartbeats.
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