as she walked down the street, she took in the pattern of the pavement tiles - how they were joint... she'd step out of her way, to crush a dried leaf, to kick a pebble.. and occasionally step down from the pavement, onto the road, to avoid an uneven surface.. the wind was strong.. filled her loose shirt.. as though it was a sail, pushing her forward.. strands of her wavy hair, gently slapped against her face..
she stopped walking.. something must have caught her eye.. she tucked her hair behind her ears, and bent down to smell a flower, growing from a crack in the wall.
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