revived with coffee and her five senses slowly awakening (thanks to the ocean! thanks to the sky! thanks to the musicians! Hail Caffeina, goddess of the coffee bean!) the auburn lassie dances gingerly upon the sand...a fine tune played by a fine piper... now how about "The Butterfly?" It's one of the only songs she can play on the whistle...and she may even dance and play altogether...(but not _in_ the altogether...too breezy this morning for that!)

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pre-Raphaelite muse in neo-hippie togs...