The last of night arose darker outside her room's window. Soft relaxing sounds of the hushed tree leaves rattled by the concrete pathway leading to her beautiful home. Cars strode by and voices arose spontaneously. And she started having ideas pop into her mind. One day she'd be older, so she immersed herself in what was left of her youthfulness. Each tender memory brought tears of joy to her porcelain face. Allowing herself a little freedom she did not snuff them out by a desire to live in the moment. Thinking about the future is to be her next feat.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.07.2011

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