She was tall and long-legged. Pear-shaped, if one is going by fruit. I suppose she wasn't beautiful, although I could never really look at anyone else when she was around. She had high cheekbones and a pointed chin, huge eyes in a small, elfin face, and she was always, always, smiling. She was graceful, of course, they are all graceful, but she was also bubbly, bouncy, she was always a little lighter than everyone else. She could dance to the growliest, juke-joint blues guitar and it became something uplifting, something that carried you up, made you laugh.
She moved like joy.
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