She wandered for five years. Living in isolation. I came to this seaside city two years ago. She rented an apartment. Facing the sea. Spend most of the day sleeping. At night I write by the window with a view of the sea. Go to the bar below the apartment in the early hours and do graffiti.
She used her pen to record those who passed by. Their appearance. Hair color. The focal length of the pupil. And the way you look at people. She is a writer who has been out of work for many years. She needs the inspiration.
She wears a gray hand-knitted sweater. Denim jeans. Tie into a simple ponytail. She didn't look like anything special. Except for the long-term coldness and alienation on his face.
Narrow forehead. Light brows. Thin lips.
Some people say that such people are short-lived. Destined to die young. Maybe living alone is just right for her. She came out when she was 20 years old. 25 Years old this year. Single.
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