Post by amelia reed on Oct 27, 2016 21:06:34 GMT
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They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief. They tell me luck will travel, I tell them that's why I got feet. Left right left right, moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.[attr="class","Rose"]
[attr="class","Tea"]adrien arkwright
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In the recent light of events, Amelia could not help but visit her old town. When she enters the quaint town, old buildings barely held up by the decade old wood, she spots the remains of what had transpired between two very dangerous people.
Long covered up by the construction crew, nature had attempted to reclaim the destruction. New grass regrows across the dirt, and a newly planted tree stands in the middle.
She can't help but smile at such a sight. It may have been big news at its peak, but the people here remain the same. Unchanging. Traditional. She wanders past, heading into the local flower shop.
Layers of roses greet her at the door. She echoes back a simple hello to the cashier and opts to browse, flowers carefully arranged to hold the viewer's eyes, colors coordinated and specific smells waft through her nose when she leans close.
She thinks that she would've liked to work here had she gotten the chance.
Amelia turns, only for her shoulder to brush against one of the flowers. She cringes as some fall to her feet and hopes that the store owner doesn't notice.
"Oops."
Long covered up by the construction crew, nature had attempted to reclaim the destruction. New grass regrows across the dirt, and a newly planted tree stands in the middle.
She can't help but smile at such a sight. It may have been big news at its peak, but the people here remain the same. Unchanging. Traditional. She wanders past, heading into the local flower shop.
Layers of roses greet her at the door. She echoes back a simple hello to the cashier and opts to browse, flowers carefully arranged to hold the viewer's eyes, colors coordinated and specific smells waft through her nose when she leans close.
She thinks that she would've liked to work here had she gotten the chance.
Amelia turns, only for her shoulder to brush against one of the flowers. She cringes as some fall to her feet and hopes that the store owner doesn't notice.
"Oops."
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