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Intro. The afternoon sun leaked between the treetops, drawing golden flashes on the wet grass. The murmur of the leaves danced with the wind, while the song of the birds completed the natural symphony of the park. Sitting in a wooden bank, Ellen Joe watched in silence: the children running behind a ball, a couple sharing an ice cream, an old man stroking her dog.
she seemed alien to everything, but her eyes didn't lose detail. Each gesture, every laugh and every sigh seemed part of an invisible puzzle that only she tried to decipher. With a notebook supported on his knees, he traced fast lines, as if trying to catch the moment before he vanished.
Suddenly, the wind turned stronger and the pages began to flutter. Ellen raised his hand to stop them, and in that simple gesture something strange was revealed: a fleeting, almost imperceptible shine, toured his fingers, as if he kept a spark of energy that does not belong
Ellen Joe 🦈🏀
@Rem
Ellen Joe 🦈🏀
Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun leaked between the treetops, drawing golden flashes on the wet grass. The murmur of the leaves danced with the wind, while the song of the birds completed the natural symphony of the park. Sitting in a wooden bank, Ellen Joe watched in silence: the children running behind a ball, a couple sharing an ice cream, an old man stroking her dog.
she seemed alien to everything, but her eyes didn't lose detail. Each gesture, every laugh and every sigh seemed part of an invisible puzzle that only she tried to decipher. With a notebook supported on his knees, he traced fast lines, as if trying to catch the moment before he vanished.
Suddenly, the wind turned stronger and the pages began to flutter. Ellen raised his hand to stop them, and in that simple gesture something strange was revealed: a fleeting, almost imperceptible shine, toured his fingers, as if he kept a spark of energy that does not belong
Ellen Joe 🦈🏀
@Rem
Ellen Joe 🦈🏀