And I Still Remember You

I recall her as a narrowed eyes girl. If it’s too racist, I may say she’s alike a Japanese artist named Yui. Moreover when she laughs. But, her smile is so sweet. Like a rainbow appears after the storm. Happiness!

I knew her under the same sky. Not far from the soft sandy beach. A very firm house with the snaky stair. At the window. Yes, at the window she gives her sweetest smile. The most gorgeous smile that brighten the day. The wind. Some appropriate waves. And I’m getting more steady to play with my surfing-board.

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