The Flower You were Named After
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  • Reads 1,850
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 50m
Ongoing, First published Aug 24, 2017
He sat there with a flower in his hand after which she had been named, caressed it as if it were her and his weak smile collapsed into ruins of colour- the palest hues of saffron and he knew that his world would not stay forever the width of her smile.
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