Libre Magazine

In the Blink of an Eye

Day light streams into the room, but the gleam of the sun is missing… … almost incomplete, somehow The scattered clouds make felt their presence, light and dark, tossed about… … like a fruit salad, of sorts. She leans against the podium, Resting her chin on her fist… …silent, lost in thought… Serenely, she works with her head bowed, the light falls weakly across her [...]

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