Who's the girl
The chill breeze, she felt, walking in a lonely road.
It was autumn and she enjoyed the climate with a quest of search. She checked her long coat pocket that had long collars that she had neatly pressed.
Her beautiful appearance, drawn eyes, with marble black eyeball, with curiosity, her long pretty hands inside the pocket rechecking something. Her legs walking fast towards an old tall castle like tower. ...
It was autumn and she enjoyed the climate with a quest of search. She checked her long coat pocket that had long collars that she had neatly pressed.
Her beautiful appearance, drawn eyes, with marble black eyeball, with curiosity, her long pretty hands inside the pocket rechecking something. Her legs walking fast towards an old tall castle like tower. ...