Joanna (Short Story)
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Ostatnia publikacja pt., kwi 8, 2016
Finally, everyone could see Joanna, but Joanna was long gone; even before she hung herself, she was dead.
The once vibrant jade eyes, that Jane was jealous of, was lifeless: just like her smile. And her hands which used to hold so much talent, which guided the strokes of sheer creativity, were now laid on bottle-green silk... forever still.
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