If she had not been here, my peaceful life would be like a beach where the waves have passed.
And she was like a hermit crab hiding under the beach. She suddenly came out with small pliers. The tiny one broke the peace of hundreds of meters.
Her joyful dance stirred the nerve endings of the beach amid the inaudible rustling.
Another wave and she disappeared, leaving the lost beach facing the sunset.
Yes, she has been.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
