Monday 7 December 2009 photo 3/5
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boring..
The wind grab hold of the leaves which remain attached to the trees while I hasten with rapid steps towards my school. A typical Monday, nothing special and I do not really think it will be something that happens for that matter.
Light from the lamps lit down on myself for every tenth meter and the cilling around becoming more frequent when the snow begins to slowly fall down. I started looking into my pocket for the phone and find it in the end. tear off my glove and unlock it to change track.
I fix my headphones and put on the hood and close the jacket when the wind became stronger. My hand began to be icy cold but I do not see it really as a problem.
I look up at the sky and feel the snowflakes drop against my pale skin. raise my hand and wipe away water flowing down on the face.
Once at school, I was not quite at ease to get inside. I know you are against me when I do not see you. Just as I arrived at the door, I look up and see the mirror image, the long black hair, a scar on the upper lip. but I did not see the eyes, They har hidden under the hood.
And I just think, that's me. That's Naomi..
Light from the lamps lit down on myself for every tenth meter and the cilling around becoming more frequent when the snow begins to slowly fall down. I started looking into my pocket for the phone and find it in the end. tear off my glove and unlock it to change track.
I fix my headphones and put on the hood and close the jacket when the wind became stronger. My hand began to be icy cold but I do not see it really as a problem.
I look up at the sky and feel the snowflakes drop against my pale skin. raise my hand and wipe away water flowing down on the face.
Once at school, I was not quite at ease to get inside. I know you are against me when I do not see you. Just as I arrived at the door, I look up and see the mirror image, the long black hair, a scar on the upper lip. but I did not see the eyes, They har hidden under the hood.