She is fire and water. For the first time, she is vivid, free, and full of life, and shall go on living so complete.

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She is fire and water. For the first time, she is vivid, free, and full of life, and shall go on living so complete.
Cincinnati and rural Indiana, I was free to become anyone so I started writing, my imagination busy emerging out.
For a few moments she was left alone, these moments of solitude, free from eyes upon her, felt good.
To be free and easy is beautiful, I have a supreme belief in love and in life.
She has a susceptibility to her feelings but is free without the sense of shame.
She believes that whatever happens, she will always be good, open, and free.
It was the first decision she had made to determine the course of her life. Here and now, on a quiet bed of freedom she felt so free, so happy. This is up to me.
She saw a shadow bent over her, death's mouth was hungry. She struggled to break free. A cold kiss opened her mouth.
Sun-strained and in love, all I could think of was how I was free. Pour me a last drop of that summer.