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| A brilliant glance, with light spilling over the edges of the eyes. I can practically feel the imagined hands running down my spine, reaching into the very core of me and pulling everything out. Everything dark, slimey and bloody brought to the surface. Bile, mucus, pus, tissue fragments and bits of former lives, all gathered into welcoming palms and accepted as it was. Skin and bristle against my cheek, and the clean scent of a favorite soap filling my nostrils.
A gift of hope offered in the edges of a grin. Wrapped in a ribbon and curling at the ends. |
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