Diary of a Fickle

By ClaudiaF

Strange encounters

Evening with friends, food and wine. I chose to walk back home, I want to take pictures at night. Painful decision for me who does not like the dark, I'm afraid of the night. But tonight I want to walk. All of a sudden I'm in front "of this woman." I'm speechless, I'm almost afraid. She looks at me, looks real ... I drank a bit 'too. It is a design, or simply is my saint who protects me. Saint RedHead ;)

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