She was fearless, naive, bold, and uninhibited, although, there was a very sensual and delicate way about her.

It was as if she was not of this world. She came in and out of the mystic, with stardust in her eyes and the wind at her back. She moved like a feather and tasted like the sea. Her hair was wild and salty. Her heart heavy and romantic. She was searching to be free. She was a woman coming into her own, an alluring adventure. It was her and the world. She was the most beautiful mess I had ever seen.