- My hands were shivering. My fingers have gone numb. I could feel cold dew drops sliding from my hairs, down through the spine.
- The sun is dripping gold from the sky. The helpless clouds are unable to hide to its glimmer. I'm reminded of my girl's face. The aurora of her life. I can see her flying in a yellow gown. Yellow primroses, adjective to her hairs. A blend of white and pink smoke was unsuccessfully trying to hide her bare feet.
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