Once upon a time, there were two young elves that decided to camp near one of the sacred ruins in the outskirts of their city. They soon discovered a blue lagoon and took a seat to dip their feet.
A protective stride she makes, a furrowed face she claims, she walks the streets vulnerable and feeling unashamed. Purse in hand, her posture bold as the tassels of her shirt ripple in the wind, sounds of a Jazz band flutter to her ear. The day is intense, but she keeps on moving at any expense.
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