She was perched on the windowsill. The brilliant light didn’t seem to bother her. I could just see her thinking to herself that if she soaked in enough light, maybe, just maybe, all the darkness in her life would fade. Calia Read, Unravel

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  1. Barb Estinson says:

    Nice.

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