Starting its time it runs..loosing its time it becomes more elegant.
Elegance is it's "Thing"
Stubbornness is its pride. Really.
I and my is often how the sentence may start with a creature so fine, finer than the finest silk...Silkier than the softest liquid.
Just like the silk it runs through my fingers, but never lingers through my palms, yet in my soul.
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