Vanishing act.
Leave it be.
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Travel the fog.
My face rested on the keyboard, pressing keys down softly. The bright white of the screen made my eyes water but I didn't blink.
He could see the rainbow in my hair. He spoke soft words in his soft voice and I pressed letters slowly back.
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