i. She wore violets in her hair. She walked on the curb of the road toe to toe testing her faith in herself. He used to be there to catch her if she fell. He had faded from the horizon like the narcissus that withered in her yard.
ii. She had fingertips like rose petals. When he closed his eyes,…
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