Dear Miss Jane, I heard that you were the most beautiful woman in the world. . . that your beauty was rare beyond compare. Why, when you pass by - clocks stop. Time stands still. Your beauty is why the sun must rest at night and why it don’t rain when their ain’t no clouds in the sky. Yes, your beauty inspires the tech of the technicians, the portraits of the artists, and the prose of the poets. . .they say ‘Your eyes are the violet of blueberries blue, your lips a red of strawberry hue, your skin smooth as caramel whipped in sweet butter, your hair shines like the hair of no other’. Please Miss Jane. . .you’ve captured my breath . . . let me breathe again . . . Send me your portrait! Please let me look upon such rare beauty. Sincerely, Avery Mann Wantsme(from Miss Jane: You'll have to stand in line - but here's my portrait.)
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