Anastasia
21:48:00
She was a sudden
cloud in the Autumn sky, stretching out over the soundless horizon. Her arms
were scraped houses covering her soft puffy cherry cheeks.
Her coral lips
curled into an unspoken exclamation. She drizzled among the cars in slow motion
as if her lively destiny could not be other than painting the fetid world with
the seamless tones of azure muddled with the snowy wintery white.
Her glittery pinkish
dress was soaked with freshness and joy. Anastasia hummed loudly some Pink
Floyd songs, whereas some velvety strangers danced and rocked vigorously in
broad daylight. The endless and pleasing fresh air was magically inspiring the
lonely smoky people to embrace Anastasia. The day did not get darker or less
agitated until the sour night had landed in the gentle sky.
Anastasia had started
to faint with her dusty echoing problems. However, the bright delicious colours
she had danced with, were still kissing all the sour walls. The blushing presence
was scattered on the bitter street, where no-longer-strangers
were thanking her for her distinctive fragrance and effortless happiness.
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