Artist Lounge: The Court And Spark
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I said her name quickly, while she was in mid-stride. She stopped suddenly, in front of the window, just as I wanted. She looked at me, the question in her slight smile, and I knew it would only be a moment before she moved again, before it was over. The sun shone through the glass, shattering itself and crystallizing again around her. There were golden fingers through her hair and a crimson touch against her robe that turned her skin into silhouette. Strands of light ga... MORE








