Hennaed Hands
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I am a Catholic.
She is a Muslim.
I am the one that is plain while it is her with the beautifully painted skin.
I ,Christian Woods, was leading a normal life with fun and surprises in between the weaves when suddenly I laid my eyes upon her.
Or more specifically, her hennaed hands.
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Began: 02/01/2018
Ended:???
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