Leaves blow slowly in the wind outside a window.
In a simple towel. Simple, purely simple.
She sits and writes. So very complex.
Staring. There she stares.
She scrutinizes every feature.
Short legs, a hated feature. Never good enough.
Pearky Breats, still never good enough.
Long Torso, Still never good enough.
Bright Blue eyes, sometimes they are
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