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The Sculptress It was a hot and humid July afternoon. The sky was hailing embers down on earth. The sun, in his backster’ mood wanted us, the puny mortals for his celestial luncheon. Stealthily, she entered into the porch trying to tame her messy mane, rubbing her face with her shirt’s sleeve. Her face and […] The post The Sculptress appeared first on The Style Symphony.
