Annie’s slightness always surprises me. She is barely noticeable among the other girls. She hardly speaks, hardly mingles. She is a yellow flower in a sea of red ones. And that is why I always call her forward: while everyone else flutters about, she alone remains motionless—as if floating, while the others pass through her as though she were the very ether.
La menudez de Annie siempre me sorprende. Ella apenas se nota entre las demás chicas. Apenas habla, apenas se mezcla. Es una flor amarilla en un mar de flores rojas. Y por eso siempre la llamo adelante: cuando todo el mundo revolotea, ella es la única que se mantiene estática, como si flotara y los demás la atraviesan como si ella fuese el éter mismo.
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