#5

and it happened.

picked herself up. picked up her dead spirit and left home.
she let herself go by the murk night. guided by her high heels that barely knew those streets.

Allowed her body to be drowned by the suffocating crowds, by the exaggerated loud sounds and finally let her rusty white wings get loose.

TWR

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