She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. She has sensed a shift in the weather. There is another gust of wind, a buckle of noise in the air, and the tall cypresses sway. She turns and moves uphill towards the house, climbing over a low wall, feeling the first drops of rain on her bare arms. She crosses the
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Hiiii Zohraaa *waves at you furiously from California*
Alison ^_^
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*waves back with equal fervor
im in paris right now spending the holidays and christmas with my cousins
i still have finals; two weeks after the holidays
gluck on urs
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