Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery lashes in the reflection of her sunglasses. They were curved, covered in a thick black […]
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Who's the fairest?
Day 17 of photography101… “glass”. Who’s the fairest? Despite the 24 carat hue in the distance, the darkness was coming.
