Petite Marie.
Her small frame betrays her contagious strength.
She disarms guards and breaks down walls with shining hazel eyes and laughter that carries anyone who hears it one step closer to heaven.
Her auburn-red, wavy hair immediately gives away Irish heritage and unchained passion.
That passion? It comes from fire deep inside; she burns on unceasingly and lights everyone she touches on fire.
Even in the desert--especially in the desert--Marie shines. She is always looking for the Spring of Life. And He is always looking for her.
I miss you.
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