She was the girl with the looping curls.
She was the girl who always ran to the helter-skelter first, craving the turns that made her satisfyingly dizzy.
She was the woman who relished the role of sommelier, turning her nose up at screw-capped bottles as she expertly wielded a corkscrew, wine opened with a flourish.
She didn’t know if it was the helix of her DNA or the way her brain pictured the spiralling progression of time, but she was forever drawn to the looping, helter-skeltering, corkscrewing parts of life.
Spinning through life on a spinning earth.
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