[Sunny. A true sky. The young woman shields her eyes. Warm. No scent of something rotting in the wind. She brings her hand down, smoothing out the meaningful right over left folds of her kimono with thin fingers. Different. Not as peaceful, not as funeral. She moves like water. Wandering, flowing, going wherever the next path directs her to move,
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Good evening!
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Pardon me for intruding, but...
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Ah, it's no problem! Are you new?
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Y-yes, it is. We're still not sure who named it.
It's a pleasant community nonetheless!
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Certainly! Any destination in mind or simply to enjoy the evening?
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A destination or simply enjoying the evening would require a purpose. But, if it's not her own purpose, she'll oblige.] To wherever you find yourself most often returning to.
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