Apon the bouncing clouds, she danced. The sun in her grasp, it shon like a glistening disco ball. As it screamed through the crying clouds her smile stood out like the prettiest flower in the patch. Behind her draping coat, the atmosphere despised her with anger. As she slowly walked away regretting her desions her smile then begun to disappear. It more now resembled a dying flower. She knew it was the right decision. Her tear ducts filled like a gushing river and poured out onto her nicely done up face.
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