Saturday, July 14, 2018

Twittering Stories #1


She was passionate, but she was lonesome.  Plastic handle of her camera strap the only hand to hold.  Her evenings were spent in black and white, 'interpretive colors' she would tell herself as she dreamed of the back seats of limosines, her name on colorful signs, and fine wine.

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