Ok, I am not sure if I posted correctly.
P.s: My cousin name is Flor.
P.s, p.s: I wrote it for my class, now I edited it for you because I like it.
P.s, p.s, p.s: Ok!, this was a descriptive paragraph, morphed in a "prose" inspired by the muse.
Ok?, let's go!
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Flor’s photo
The peaceful girl playing her guitar in her room is my cousin Flor. Her curly hair seems dark like one night without a moon in Chicago. My cousin playing her guitar sat down on the blue bed. Flor, who is studying graphic design in Mexico, wrote a song for her family. She is moving her fingers around on the guitar. Flor, playing passionless, began to create music. She played me a song when I was visiting her. I gave a book about guitar to her. Flor, inspired by the musical mood, wrote her name over the guitar. She has felt love for music and design graphic since many years ago. She is playing her guitar or designing graphics which amaze me. I chose her picture because she is special to me.
