once there was a white dressed girl...

Once there was a girl, she liked strong coffee, the smell of rain and wore white dresses, always. When she walked outside, wearing a short white dress, take-away coffee (double espresso) in her hands while it was pouring, a man stopped her;
The man was old and wise and he told her all the things of life.
Now she lives a happy and wise life somewhere it always pours and she listens Nouvelle Vague once a week.

by Jip