Nymeria should have been her name, or wildfire or something
like that.
I cannot say some days how I found a girl like her in the
most ordinary of places – college
For her place and her demeanor spoke of a battlefield.
On the best of days, her hair like her temper would run amok
Yet, you could see the flash of a grin and her nose-pin in
the sun as easily if you knew her well
A friend, a child and a counselor all rolled in one.
A poet, a warrior, traveler and comrade!
A woman to love, and a force to reckon with, she was my
champion when even I wasn’t.
Thank you, for being my friend Nymeria, the girl who runs
with the wolves and happy birthday, here is to two more glorious years with you.
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