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July 21, 2019
Fizzing golden light emanates from her like a halo, the static sending her curled ringlets, flying loosely around her, emitting eerie sparking, static charges. Even the frills on her starched white apron stand out stiffly: like palmettes cresting on her shoulders, the pattern flows in an etched frieze, down the length of her body. She stands her palms raised towards me.
In this haze, in this heat and dust and sunlight, she glows. Bounded in radiance she hovers above me, unreachable. Only her dark eyes, her look that says she knows me, stops me from crying out in awe.