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still trace I can  still trace her face from memory: her girlish smile, the ticklish cleft above her lip, her full, pink, kissable, lips, the curve  of her cheeks, the way her  hair curled on the side  of her head, the way her  nose crinkled when she  smiled  at me, her sunny,  sandy, soft,  blonde hair  that hung down  around her  smooth, round, shoulders, the dimples that pulled me  into them, every,  time,  she smiled. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤