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"Beach" by Porsche Brosseau


This wall cried cold, fresh spring water, and as a result, a thin blanked of moss had formed over the rock. My hand filled with tears.

"Beach" by Porsche Brosseau

Am I Beautiful?

He answered without hesitating, watching as Amelión continued to trace a finger along the horizon where rock met sand.
“Not like that. Look at me, please before you answer, so that I know you are truthful in-the-now. It’s important to me.”