Sarah Supall
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Passionate about photography, planes, and writing, I have a desire to write a book one day. Im also going to school for my pilot license so that can travel the world and take photographs!
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Pier 17
Pier 17 The night was the same as every night, or so it seemed. The band was hot, the crowds wandered in and out sporadically, and the usual crowds were always there. Just as things were starting to really get busy a mysterious woman walked in dressed to the nines. She was as scorching as the flames from a wildfire. Her skin had been sun kissed, her hair was long and curled in a nice wave, her eyes were as blue as the ocean in the Caribbean, and man oh man her lips were a bright grapefruit pink that matched her gown. Her gown was dazzling with sequins, so much so, that when light touched it, she sent sparkles throughout the room. It was impossible for anyone to not notice her, the whole place went quiet the moment she walked in, all eyes on her, even the band began to play a slower jazzy song that made you want to work up enough courage to approach her.
By Sarah Supall 5 years ago in Criminal
