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4e15545a9a096d070193dff3b7a0c032I watched an exotic woman inhaling the heat of a burning cigarette; she stood in front of her natural silhouette blowing eclectic rings of smoke into the early morning light.

Her eyes remained closed; her body upright and motionless.

The unfiltered vapors of  thought, transforming manifestations from the incantations of familiar frustrations.

She summoned calmness from the root of nicotine; the stillness of her presence conjured Serenity from the unyielding grave.

An exotic woman embraced the spirits of nostalgia, from the lingering ashes.

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