Then and again I feel like the girl in a sleeping bag on a meadow, with a horse behind her; tired, misplaced and confused.
It's a beautiful pictures and even more it is a beautiful state of mind. It inspires to step out of the banality of life and act a bit weird, odd even.
The girl is not strikingly pretty, more like oddly attractive, cute. I think she is shy, she looks shy.
I'm a bit shy, and not strikingly pretty. I like looking at her and thinking of her. She is the weird little girl in a sleeping bag who I like.