domingo, 22 de agosto de 2010

This is a Story of Girl Meets Girl - part I

Winter was clearly shoving its way through the village. Inside, it was as moist as usual. Yet, something would turn out to be different that day.
She made her way through the room, her reflections tailing her like cards on a poker shuffler. Tights, leotard, legwarmers, t-shirt, ready to join the noisy herd already swarming the pale beige room.
"Nini?", someone said. And there she was, standing tall and lost in her big white hairband.

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