KamilaAllin (United States) published:
You could barely hear her footsteps. Light as the beams of morning sun sparkling through her figure, her feet hardly touching the ground as she almost leapt across the streets, sending shadows to copy her steps. Her pointed feet, robed in simply worn flats, making contact with the concrete below then bouncing back from the impact and sliding into the next perfect step like bouncing rain. Her movements were precise, as if she had been practicing this grace since birth....
over 2 years ago