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In the blink of an eye.. the light lands softly, touching the tip of my lashes, sparkling through a watery substance called tears.
Sundays.. Family.. dinner.. laughter.. dishes done.., eagerly looking.. finding a brush, dipped it, wipe it, apply it… yes. The simple pleasures of life are worth waiting for.
So fast it hit the surface , that the paper couldn’t smell her essence, only the fleeting splash that left a faint color of love.
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