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I used to see her almost every day from the window of my office. She was slim and beautiful. She always held her purse firmly with her left hand while checking the surface in front of her with the white cane. She walked slowly, never wore high heels, her eyes were hidden behind the dark glasses.
I wondered if she could see anything, just a little, probably, because her head was always bent as if she was looking at the pavement in front of her. Moreover, I read somewhere that most of the blind people have some vision. My mind was full of questions. Who is she? How did she lose her sight? Why is such a beuaty always alone. What can she see? What can she hear? What is her world like?
I often thought how I could meet her, how to ask her for a date, because I like her very much. She was beautiful to me. Her white cane and dark glasses gave her the aura of mystery. Unfortunately, before a too the courage to talk to her, she stopped walking the street where my office was. I looked for her all over the city. I drove every single street with my car looking for her. I walked the streets visited all parts of the city always waiting to her the tap-tap of the white cane. I asked people. Nobody knew her. She was lost forever. I hesitated for too long time. My fault.

Description
I used to see her almost every day from the window of my office. She was slim and beautiful. She always held her purse firmly with her left hand while checking the surface in front of her with the white cane. She walked slowly, never wore high heels, her eyes were hidden behind the dark glasses.
I wondered if she could see anything, just a little, probably, because her head was always bent as if she was looking at the pavement in front of her. Moreover, I read somewhere that most of the blind people have some vision. My mind was full of questions. Who is she? How did she lose her sight? Why is such a beuaty always alone. What can she see? What can she hear? What is her world like?
I often thought how I could meet her, how to ask her for a date, because I like her very much. She was beautiful to me. Her white cane and dark glasses gave her the aura of mystery. Unfortunately, before a too the courage to talk to her, she stopped walking the street where my office was. I looked for her all over the city. I drove every single street with my car looking for her. I walked the streets visited all parts of the city always waiting to her the tap-tap of the white cane. I asked people. Nobody knew her. She was lost forever. I hesitated for too long time. My fault.