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Signature Of Her Time

And if she wears the signature of her time, the shimmer of youth brush stroked like willow leaves with the green of spring; like tiger lilies signed by the summer sun, like asters, dipped in the hues of autumn, she hold a passkey - a pass-partout, that signifies her right to open the gateway of her waiting world. A product of her time, she bows to the wind and yet stays upright; yields, as day to night and night to day, and yet holds tight, seasoned to what may, however unseasonably, come her way.