When we say a man looks mysterious, he hides a secret.
When a woman looks mysterious, she hides a truth.

Highlights on the table cloth.

-What is she made of?- The lovely Sophie asked to the wind, while her aunt was staring from behind.
She was petrified by the vision, she was trying to articulate but at her young age those things aren't known, so she was facing the unfamiliar, she didn't know how to react, what to do.
She never wondered what she was felling, she was just amazed and never realized that the image would never allow her to stare the rest of the world in the same way.

Her aunt was a middle age woman, who had been taking care of her nice the whole summer, and she was looking at her thoroughly behind her back. She had always thought she was particular girl, but she couldn't find a way to go along with her, they were so different, but at same time there was something in them that always dragged them together. Both loved sharing a cup of tea and orange cookies baked in the house oven.
They sit on their iron white chairs, white woolen gloves and bright dresses to stare around at the garden.
They didn't need to share a word, they had some sort of connection since they met.

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