She stood on top of her roof and blushed proudly. What he had written about her was so beautiful and sensual, and she was certain that such beautiful words have never before been addressed to her. As much as she yearned to hear more of it, she knew, like everything else it comes to an end. At that moment she realized that the sky had casted silence over her thoughts and assured her that whatever she felt was lively and real. She sat there immersed in drunken silence.
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