a Girl from Russia

Words drift among the air, catching bits and pieces of others lives floated through her head, but she just couldn’t make sense of the words. The words, the accents where foriegn to her. She stole cautious glances at the people that moved around her, afraid to look them in the eye. large windows served as walls, the clear blue sky looked down upon the building, the comings and goings of others visable through the clear panels. She stummbled along in her blue dress. Keeping her head down, looking at the dirty carpeted floor below her feet. the fragments of someones conversation reached her, the words slithered into her mind, but this time she understood them. Her head jerked up, thinking that maybe she wasn’t as lost as she felt. But there was no one around her.

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