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she was delicate and precious… like you'd like to keep her in your pocket and take her out now and then just to watch her do her little dance… all alone in her own space. not spaced out but spaced in. she was from rio.

i met her at the venice beach hostel where we all danced and sang the night away and quietly watched as the sun rose… she was a rose herself. but an untouchable one. everybody protected her… so she could do her little dance and never wilt.