Zephyr whispers a storm of symbols and an overture of falling leaves dances through her, going to ground like scattering thieves. Condensation on her lips sweet as ambrosia from acorn caps and orange blossoms, kissed by aromatic absinthe. It is the nectar of this existence whose flower is desire. Cloaked by mist, resting in Nimbus soft and bright soaking in passion, yet driven by
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