On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line. — Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
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On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

— Azin Sametipour, Tehran Moonlight
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