Poetic Blush
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Blush like the first blush of spring...poetic blush... “Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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