Black drives across the blue, yellow greet of that fresh breath was blowing her dark hair. Beside a wooden chair, a green can was about to get full and an old granny passed ahead wearing a white shawl around the neck to prevent from coldness.
A step was taken inside the church constructed 9 years ago yet seems too young to look much energetic. A little girl was painting her nail sitting near the room heater. Everything was silent and all moving in cynical process.
It was 8pm Saturday night, putting herself under the warm cozy blanket and going through her thick blue diary, she once again visited to that early spring morning.
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When We Were 17🌿
Non-Fiction"Let that burning flame never gets dimmed again." As she opened her eyes, the tears were dried up but not her beats for that one question is still rounding off there. Anna is a high scholar girl who had her first love at the blooming age of 17. howe...
