Endless Thrills (On Hold)
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Last published Tue, Apr 18, 2017
She was painting this beautiful meadow and singing like there's no tomorrow. She looked so peaceful, like an angel, but there was something, something dark around her. There was a storm rising in the meadow.
He sat there on his balcony and observed her as she sang and painted. No words were needed, his face was blank but his eyes spoke for him, every emotion he couldn't express. She didn't notice him at first but when she did, words were never needed. All she needed was a smile.
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