4×6

Sepia-toned, and musty.

Yet still smelling of her perfume, even after a hundred years.

She must have held him close.

In her darkest hours.

(There were no hours filled with light.)

And prayed to the point of exhaustion,

For release.

http://writeonedge.com/2013/11/write-at-the-merge-week-47/

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