❝ She was soft-hued; muted in color. Like peaches 'n' cream. Or pastel macarons- tough exterior, shell-like; soft interior, cream-like. . . . Delicate and collapsible. ❞ - T. D. † English Literature student, Tristan Delacroix never thought of himself as a poet; merely an observer. A linguaphile who captured moments of deceptive insignificance on his typewriter. Street muralist, Faye Hughes never thought of herself as a bohemian landscapist; merely a girl who liked colors and mixing her own paints. A pastelist who smeared moments of juxtaposing emotions on Philly's walls. And on one fateful starry night, the word-loving observer met the bohemian landscapist... Copyright © 2014 Madhu