Walking on contrails

She closes her hazy blue eyes, one light-footed step forward she tries to go on. footsteps in the air, the dancing wind plays with the seam of her light dress. footprints going round and round, stepping on clouds. leaving little ways happiness. she didn’t ever looked down. her head she held high, no one could possibly stop her, moving like a leaf – still floating.

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