Thursday, 6 November 2014

t was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done. I saw the deep channels of time etched into a wizened surface. She had keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth. When she was eating her cracking lips that were furling around gums where teeth once stood. There was rich indigo velvet folded carefully to frame her face. `

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