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Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was twenty four years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom. She is, Haura Laurenna.
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Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was twenty four years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom. She is, Haura Laurenna.
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