Her Fall

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A chilling wind traces the contours of her body. People, like ants, scramble on the streets below. Alone she stands, naked, as the wind embraces her in its wings, swirling around her glowing figure. Take a step. Whirling as a leaf trapped in a storm quickly approaching the ground, she spreads her wings and flies.





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