The Painted Frames of Broken Souls | #SpringIntoLove
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The eyes, no matter the color of their frames, tell a story of the heart. Of the soul. A young artist in mourning meets a handsome stranger who offers her a soul to confide in.
⚜ This short story was written for @NewAdultRomance's #SpringIntoLove Contest.
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