We wait outside in the sunlight
For her mother to pick us up.
When she arrives in a Talisman
I can't help thinking she's as stereotypically French as could be.
Her dark brown hair is swept into a bun, save for two pieces dangling in front of her face.
Her sleeveless shirt was on the cover of one of my mother's fashion magazines and
Little glass drops hang from her ears.
I can't see her eyes, as they are masked by a pair of sunglasses.
But even if I could, I doubt they would match her daughter's.
Her daughters eyes are something special.
Her
By _Purple_rain
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