She cradled the doll fairy, resting her head on a paper crane flying into dreams, softly humming a melody. Though she was as ordinary as grass, though weariness clung to her like a far-flying bird, she still believed that the flowers would bloom tomorrow. So she kept running, without pause, until their next embrace.
Elegant
16
Fresh
15
Sweet
54
Sexy
113
Cool
12
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