Her heart was beating loneliness, the breeze blowing against the coming night. Yet she was done with no one to talk to, no one to lean on.
She light up the cigarette , Fast in thinking-as smoke pull through her nose to her mouth.
Art work by Don Nelson.
Great work!
Thanks. your appreciation is my motivation
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