In the cool of the eve when the wind blows free
Wandering paths through the forest in Fall
With lengthening shadow the whispered song grows;
Then, in midnight's deep darkness, lit dimly by stars,
But as up from the east ridge a line of gold creeps,
Crystal Calhoun is, among other troublesome things, both an unknown and a dreamer-philosopher. Presently she is a student at the University of South Florida, and pondering several properly useless majors.
It seems to be in her blood to harbor inescapable hopes, generally of finally stumbling across a companion who will give her the choice of being rescued, or of rescuing herself, but who will see her rescued no matter what. Most of all, she defies being defined in a single paragraph -- or indeed a single lifetime -- for always in motion is her future!
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