Today I saw a vision in blue with lovely little white hearts upon her dress. She was crowned with a dyed black mane though not quite silken like a panther, pale alabaster skin pristine about a sweetheart bow in bright red just begging to be kissed. She dismounted the 176 on impossible pins clad in black and disappeared into the East. Daizie? I wondered, only because this vision had hidden her substantial assets 'neath a closed collar. To whomever you are, beauty becomes you. (?)