"We'll meet again. In another time. Another place."
Her hair blew gently as the wind picked up just slightly. The setting Sun peaked out shyly through each and every strand of hair. She tilted her head to the ground. An inkling of a smile turned up on the right dude of her lips. A sort of butchering of Mona Lisa's own. It was an even sadder version of that look. One that told me "I don't know exactly why, but we have to be apart."
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
"We'll meet again. In another time. Another place."
Her hair blew gently as the wind picked up just slightly. The setting Sun peaked out shyly through each and every strand of hair. She tilted her head to the ground. An inkling of a smile turned up on the right dude of her lips. A sort of butchering of Mona Lisa's own. It was an even sadder version of that look. One that told me "I don't know exactly why, but we have to be apart."
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