there was a simple june day, th
e warm wind inflated hair and i
roned the well-groomed female p
erson. modestly dressed girl wh
ich cheekbones were intense, ha
s thrown a nervous sight on the
wide river lapping under legs.
touching barefooted legs, she r
oughly self-denying walked, tea
ring in blood of a foot, stick
on stones sharply sharpened by
current. all moved her legs on
stones, occasionaly beating on
the broken glass and dust scatt
ered on all perimeter of the ri
iver faster. it was necessary t
o stumble only... /c/ ksz