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I saw a girl today I could not understand. A navel ring and dread locks down to her hips and a face like a green summer apple, just touched with pink by the sun. She was huddled on the cobblestones, her beautiful bending arms holding her beautiful bending knees to her beautiful breathing chest. She was painting barefoot some grey-blue emotion and the soles of her feet were the color of the goddamn sky. She would sometimes pause, rock back and forth and close her eyes, then suddenly jolt up and paint with a furious temper. And I could only demand of myself the answer, What is she what is she what could she possibly be.