WANDERLUST CONSUMED HER; FOREIGN HEARTS AND EXOTIC MINDS COMPELLED HER. SHE HAD A GYPSY SOUL AND A VIBRANT HOPE FOR THE UNKNOWN...SHE WAS FREE IN HER WILDNESS. SHE WAS A DROP OF WANDERESS, A DROP OF FREE WATER. SHE BELONGED TO NO MAN AND NO CITY... SHE WAS THE TYPE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MOON, AND EVERYTHING THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLY UNREACHABLE... THAT WAS HER MAGIC, SHE COULD STILL SEE THE SUNSET, EVEN ON THOSE DARKEST DAYS...SHE WAS EVERYTHING REAL IN A WORLD OF MAKE-BELIEVE SHE WAS ONE OF THE RARE ONES, SO EFFORTLESSLY HERSELF, AND THE WORLD LOVED HER FOR IT...