April 24

Brighteyes

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Burning like fire.

Lying prone not more than 6 feet from her I felt absolute trust. Her eyes were so radiant, the evening sun caught through the glossing sycamores and pierced through her.

Burning like fire. Estranged from her family she holed up in the wall and adopted a friend as temporary mum. Hanging on to life with a passion that glowed from the iris of her heart.


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