There was a deep richness to her black skin; a homely vibe that brought to mind fireside reading and the great philosophers. Perhaps that is me seeing my family in her face, transposing their sweetly intellectual humour and ways to her, yet we humans enjoy linking good memories with the prospect new and wonderful friends. It's how we are.
Her skin was the hue of an English oak in spring rains, and she was this beautiful from the first rays of dawn to the serenade of every starlit night.
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