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Her mind was a vast ocean of knowlege, but not for every one. It was a desert that seemed empty when your first got to know her: just a girl who wasn't good at 2 square and liked to read. If only you could see her in her natural habitat, if only you could hear the ideas in her head forming at the speed of light, if you could feel the complexity of her thoughts. Only then would you understand that the very same mind was a bustling city of ideas, dreams, inspirations, and adventures. Her eyes consumed everything around her and tansformed them into a vat of curiosity: a vat that was almost always consealed, exept for a few drops that she extracs for you to know. A vat which even she has never fully submerged into.