If she were a food, she would be grilled sea bass and roasted vegetables, followed by chocolate cheesecake and cream.
If she were a painting she would be a mixture of the styles of Klimt, Waterhouse and Burne-Jones, with a little Arthur Rackham for good measure.
If she were a landscape she would be a bright, crystal mountain stream, brushing worn, ancient rocks, making its way into dark, moss covered woods, occasionally passing a small meadow of wildflower and grazing deer.
If she were a dream I would not want to wake up.
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