"The soul shone in the brilliant lights of the operating room, brighter than the reflective silver instrument in his hand.Like a living ribbon, she twisted and rippled, stretching ,happy to be free of the cryotank. Her thin,feathery attachments, nearly a thousnad of them, billowed softly like pale silver hair. Though they were all lovely, this one seemed particulary graceful to him."
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"You know that I adore all of God’s creatures and the metaphors that they inspire. But, those butterflies? Have got to be murdered."
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Hola si mi nombre es Iara, no lara ,iara con i latina :)