She Is The Muse
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Last published Mon, May 6, 2024
Jessie Mauve, a normal teen with an artistic eye. An eye that can capture a scene with a single click and give it a story.
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Mom holds my camera in her hand, staring at a photo of her, a photo that captures her beauty and grace but also the calm and determination in her face. "Who is this?" She asks, not looking away from the photo, a calm expression on her face.
"That is my muse," I say, my voice full of sincere joy while looking at the girl in the picture.
My mother looks up at me then to the girl who stood beside me. "And who is she?"
"She is the muse."
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