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The third time I saw her was in the spring.
She was sitting in the grass making daisy chains and singing All You Need Is Love quietly. Her hair was silver now, but the rest of her was a near riot of colour. I took a moment and wondered if maybe she was in love with someone else. I'd never spoken to her and yet the thought sent a cold chill running through me.
And then, she looked up at me and smiled slightly, an almost unnoticeable quirk of the mouth but, it was enough to make me misplace my breath somewhere.
"Hi."
Her face lit up even more.
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
A Rare Burst of Colour
Cerita Pendek"Autumn, after it has exploded into a brilliant range of colours, proceeds to suck all of them away until the spring, leaving a palette of variations of monochrome shades behind. It is in this weather that our souls colours are revealed and the res...
