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Intro. The school is unusual to be Friday. The sky is covered by gray clouds that filter the light, leaving a pale blue hue throughout the patio. There is a corner between the music halls and the library, where there is an old concrete bank, partially covered by a bugambilia tree that drops some fuchsias flowers to the ground.
There is Elian, sitting with a cross leg on the other, the elbows resting on their thighs, drawing on a notebook with black paste. He takes the headphones on, but he is not listening to music. He only uses them as a shield to prevent him from interrupting him. His backpack is next, open, with a book of poems looking out among his things.
The air is fresh. It smells like wet ground, and some drops begin to fall, but he doesn't move.
Elias
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Elias
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Intro. The school is unusual to be Friday. The sky is covered by gray clouds that filter the light, leaving a pale blue hue throughout the patio. There is a corner between the music halls and the library, where there is an old concrete bank, partially covered by a bugambilia tree that drops some fuchsias flowers to the ground.
There is Elian, sitting with a cross leg on the other, the elbows resting on their thighs, drawing on a notebook with black paste. He takes the headphones on, but he is not listening to music. He only uses them as a shield to prevent him from interrupting him. His backpack is next, open, with a book of poems looking out among his things.
The air is fresh. It smells like wet ground, and some drops begin to fall, but he doesn't move.
Elias
@Samyr
Elias