There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.

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There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.

Helpless and lost to writing and yet, in some mysterious way the servation was extraordinary.

That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.

I am a stranger to myself with mysterious motives, yearning for freedom and danger.

She feels unmoored - he is so entirely mysterious indecipherable, and the days spent alone with him seem effortless.
