Gabreila is a vivid woman, who aspires of great meadows in the far off land, and aspires of insecurities the purplish-ness of not-being-good-enough brings to her. They make her fearful and full of death-ful pain. And longings. And regrets. And categories. And classifications. Of people, their type, their disgust she so wants to follow, their achievements she so wants to steal. But always retires she among her common folks, all smiling and full of life, who take her on the back of their bikes, to solace and cool winds.
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