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And I will weave and string glass beads across your skin. I will pick them out - azure and turquoise like the beach at noon when the sand makes love to the waves. I will decorate you in ivory and ivy bands to kiss your wrists and ankles and I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes - stories that only night can follow and languages man is too afraid to speak. You will wear me silk and water - the warm rush of magic,   a noise that rumbles fiercely and grows restless in the dark.