The wind blurred her vision. In a daze, she saw you again, seated in the courtyard, counting which seeds loved the sun, and which buds feared the morning dew. As the breeze passed, the Wisteriasol behind you swayed quietly, flowing like a silent stream.
Elegant
19
Fresh
50
Sweet
101
Sexy
18
Cool
14
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