Short Story / Prose on a Blonde-headed Beauty

She's not exactly the most beautiful girl, but when she smiles there's at least a dim glow in the room. Her eyes don't always sparkle, but they're bright with enthusiasm. The ashy brown hair that lines her face doesn't always shine, but in the right light it shimmers.
She's shy, timid, and quiet, but depending on her company, she blossoms into a white magnolia, and then you think... wow.

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     Something about the feeling of a summer afternoon with the windows open and a sweet acoustic guitar playing made her want to dance. Her cotton skirt flowed in the same breeze which blew the light pink curtains about the window sill.
     She spun in circles, quick light laughter filled her room as she rocked her hips to the virtual beat of the music. Her body moved fluidly around in the confined space.
     From above, she would have taken the shape of her favorite flower... she was a daisy in her own mind.

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