Sauntering, pacing and striding along the road, she smiled as if to say “this road is mine and I want everyone to know it”.
A hermit, who had escaped, walked past in the opposite direction. He did not know how to smile back, so he just grinned.
Good enough.
The sun shone.
The Sunflowers took a bow.
The stage curtains were golden-lit across the sky.
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