Following her tracks in the snow is never a necessity for you can clearly see her dressed in a simple black dress, cut to die for, etching every curve just right. With a red scarf trailing behind her a the wind whips it about like leaves in an autumn wind.
Step step
Black dress, red scarf
The women walking
Without a care
The wind upon her
Smooth skin, I
Know she’s
the women
I’ve been dreaming
Of.
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