Dew catchers

“I know a girl from whose body sunbeams rose to the clouds as if they’d fallen from the sun.

Her laugh was like a bangle of bells.

“Your hair is wet,” I told her one day, “Did you take a bath?”

“It is dew!” she laughed, “I’ve been lying in the grass. All morning long, I lay here waiting for the dawn.”

― Roman Payne

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