It was the Victorian period in the mid-19th century. There were a few moments of the darker side of the city, of the faces, of the cities, in the mourning weep, and cooling water flew...after dark, people found out an intensified sense of loneliness and nobody. The strengthened bridge road was a bridge of sighs. Only the flowing river could bring away the dirt of the days, a euphemistic way.
Little sister's gone to sleep. Her playing toy's still positioning upright, In the armchair, it was ready. Staring at the distance, it was blinking with a touch of hope. The smiling face had never changed, like the always-young face of the clown, a euphemistic way to say regret. The once-very-warm coat, left alone, sank into the freezing dusk of sightless still. Human circle shrunk. It was the time. Ladies were always the character, another euphemistic means to cover the pain from men.
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