As I sit there on the cold windy day,I see a figue through the fog and assume I shouid not stay.
I look closer she looks like a bride running, she runs trough me, when she ran trough me i felt her so delicate,so soft, so smooth,so fine finer then the finest of silk.She was so white, white as milk.Then she flowtes up high into the clouds. It's as if I was the only one who saw her just me no people no crowd. So I think what did I see?
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