Carol was fire the circulating in your veins. Fury, passion and pure intentions. She was a breath of fresh air - accepted, protected.
A soft side graced her too. Lonely nights and time spent staring out windows. She was everything and anything. She was dusk and dawn.
Enough laughter lines graced her face to hide the tired ones. Soft and gentle. She was an earthquake, unsettling and cleansing.
She hid in the middle of the spectrum, introvert and extrovert. Black and white. Absent and present.
A dove in a world of crows.
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