The girl wearing an indigo headband took a crayon and slowly drew a circle on the canvas.
Large swaths of indigo fill her paintings, like tangled moist gases, pathos and lingering.
She looked up.
Right side of the studio.
Behind the bench.
The girl in a floral skirt stood there blankly.
The thumbtacks in her hand fell to the clean wooden floor, and they made a crisp sound.
"Here you go."
The girl picked up the thumbtack on the ground and handed it to her.
There is an indigo flower on her floral skirt.
"Thank you... Thank you."
She looked at her as if everything in the world was nothing but her and her.
The girl stood up.
Leave.
The wind blew her hairband away.
And that piece of indigo blue.
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This is a joint article written with my best friend.
Lonely. And some weird sunshine.
We are in some void world. But still.
Rely on each other.