She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork-board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew. Jerry Spinelli (via stellacooper) favourite book favourite quote 

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