The sun hangs in the sky like a perfect orange torch-beam. Wispy clouds surround her, theatre curtains revealing her newborn fragility. The world seems bleached of colour beneath her, its early Spring colours waiting for her touch.
- Liz Terry – my random ramblings My blog, where I write about anything that inspires me – politics, religion, feminism…you name it!
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