She felt the insatiable craving that burned in her fingertips as she poured her heart out onto page after electric, glittering page.  Finally, in the hours just before dawn, she closed her eyes and dreamed of cool water and crisp linen sheets, of love and heartbreak, of blueberry wine, and skin on skin.  She awoke to a blueness and the following melody emanating from her brand new stereo:







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