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  • Her white horse sidled up close and she looked at me as if to say, "Well, go on then, this is your chance. I'm finally with you. Take my photo..." Her beauty was unstoppable, her confidence unspeakable. Her gaze said, "I know you know, that I know, that you know..." She was just like John Grant's song. She was "magnificent" in the true meaning of the word.

    Su Belleza Era Imparable

    Su caballo blanco se acerco sigilosamente y me miró como diciendo: "Bueno, continúa, esta es tu oportunidad. Por fin estoy con usted. Hágame la foto ..." Su belleza era imparable, su confianza indecible. Su mirada, dijo: "Yo sé que tú sabes, que yo sé, que usted sabe ..." Ella era como la canción de John Grant. Ella fue "espléndida" en el verdadero sentido de la palabra.
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