In her hesitant steps she breathed the newly awoken city. Nothing mattered to her. The city was enchanting, the morning was beautiful and she felt she was alive deep inside. This was nothing but her story and she was passionate about it.
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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