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There she is. The most beautiful person in the planet. She was not perfect -- but she was to me. How can someone so fragile, exist? Among the billions and trillions of people here in the planet, how come I get to live near her? She was sitting under a Sycamore tree watching everything that her eyes laid on. If only she could look, just a glance, in my direction... They told me she had  long, blonde hair. Not curly, but wavy -- enough to make beautiful tresses just bellow her ears. Her eyes, I just know that they're blue. Her fingers are delicate, too delicate for me to touch. I peered at her, from just above our backyard wall.