Ava takes a walk along the road - the spring morning has cool breath and she needs to hold the folds of her cardigan closed. She feels alone, and the loneliness makes the barren still even more hard to bare.
A clothes line catches Ava's eye and she looks to the right to see a familiar pair of jeans on the single string that stretches from cabin to carport. There is no car, just clean earth - obviously the earth has been rakes to be clean of rocks.
"Those jeans look familiar;" mutters Ava as she stops her shoes to stare.
There in energy in the air and for a moment she wishes she could see the inside. A small parting of curtains makes her rouse her curiosity, however her feet do not move.
Ava sighs and starts to walk further away - she wishes for a moment that there could be something to eat; the cool has made her hungry for breakfast, however she feels the wind ice her face and she grows a strange feeling. She remembers her teen years, and she thinking how fitting it is to feel skin as cool as the wind. Ava touches her cheek and she continues to walk away - further from the jeans, and towards the end of the street where a curb waits to flag her towards home.
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