Aug 28, 2020
Clasp of the hues (A short story)
Clasp of the hues (A short story)
Her soft breaths on my face were trapped under the dome of her lazy hair strands that seemed golden with the morning rays of the sun, falling in between. Our hands were tangled and all I could see was her cheeks and corner of thin lips that painted a smile. All that golden aura around, the small black mole on her shoulders and the scent of her skin…
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I was mad about sketching buildings that…
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