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Look at her tired mouth and her weary eyes. her thin hair sticking to her neck. She does not even take out her hands from her pockets to flick away the errant strand of hair from her face. Her coat buttons are open, perhaps she has walked too long and is feeling warm as a result. Whom has she been searching for on these hard roads. Her disarrayed clothes match her disgruntled look, the only thing which is not bleak, is the pink dress, like the remanants of hope or of happier times.