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Sa Fadinha is as white as snow, her lips painted with pink lipstick that blends into the red, her voice calm and serene. Understated beauty, a term used in Orlando: she enchants with the smallest gestures. Her red blouse shimmered in the light; the left strap rested beautifully on her shoulder, the right one slid slowly. Her straight, well-hydrated hair fell to her shoulders. I observed her every movement without her noticing: three times her hand descended to her chest, I saw everything: touches on her face; she touched her hair three times; she rested her other hand; she slowly raised the red strap; she ran her hand across the other side of her face, each touch calculated and perfect. Leaning against a pillow that invites you to come closer and kiss her slowly, kissing those pink lips is the dream of many, unattainable for us, she is a gift from God. She is reading Anne, a simple book that nourishes the soul and nurtures the emotions. Being near her transcends all sentimental warmth, an indescribable, ineffable, and untranslatable pleasure of hearing the voice of someone so special on this planet.
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