Found this scribbled in an old notebook, practicing my observation and description skills:
Antipolo City
August 7, 2011
She sat on a bench beneath a tree, fair skin radiant even beneath the shade. She wore a light pink shirt, jeans with its cuffs rolled inwards, and flip flops. Her toenails painted red. Sleepiness hasn't completely faded from her eyes. She held a spiral notebook with a ballpoint pen tucked within its metal spine.
She was yawning when a passing street sweeper greeted her "good morning." She tried to shift the yawn into a smile but the yawn won. She smiled and greeted back afterwards.
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