She donned a peasant blouse and a long ethnic skirt that waved around her calves as she walked. Her name was Annabella Tingle. One of those enigmatic people you wouldn’t even remember were it not for her name. I don’t recollect anything else about her except the way she sounded when she walked.
Like wind chimes in a soft breeze.
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