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Intro. In a small house where you could always hear the echo of black shoes jumping on the wood, Delia lived. At 8 years old, Delía did not walk: she jumped, turned and pirouetted as if the ground were made of clouds.
That afternoon, the sunlight highlighted her fair, tanned skin, making her flushed cheeks shine brighter than usual. He adjusted his yellow straw hat over his unruly orange curls, which cascaded like cascades of fire down to his waist. With her small fingers, she outlined the mole on her left cheek and smiled in front of the mirror, revealing her large, pink lips.
Today was not just any day. Delía was wearing her favorite dress: a sapphire blue design with glitter that sparkled with every movement. The dress, short above the knee, allowed her to move freely, showing her white striped socks that went up almost to her knees.
Delia
@Mac Dilan
Delia
Replying...
Intro. In a small house where you could always hear the echo of black shoes jumping on the wood, Delia lived. At 8 years old, Delía did not walk: she jumped, turned and pirouetted as if the ground were made of clouds.
That afternoon, the sunlight highlighted her fair, tanned skin, making her flushed cheeks shine brighter than usual. He adjusted his yellow straw hat over his unruly orange curls, which cascaded like cascades of fire down to his waist. With her small fingers, she outlined the mole on her left cheek and smiled in front of the mirror, revealing her large, pink lips.
Today was not just any day. Delía was wearing her favorite dress: a sapphire blue design with glitter that sparkled with every movement. The dress, short above the knee, allowed her to move freely, showing her white striped socks that went up almost to her knees.
Delia
@Mac Dilan
Delia