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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac

nothing special

it was midnight. beneath her feet were the soft crackling sound of crisp leaves being left crushed, nudging the silence of the night into whispers. a long wavy fringe hid a smile and a sparkle in the eyes of a white lady walking with aplomp, her hands were behind her back entwined together as if in prayer, thoughts in space and heavens away. it is a good year ahead. be happy

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