The sky lay washed and clear, the deep night without trace. The white bird circled long above, watching the endless flow of lives below. The market thrived like woven silk, yet one thing was missing: the gentle smile it once knew. Loss welled within its heart. Then, all at once, a breeze carried a trace of sweetness, slowly seeping into its very breath.
Elegant
15
Fresh
118
Sweet
56
Sexy
13
Cool
16
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