Flame of the forest Srajana Kaikini
Her lips were bruised, the red flame of the forest resting on her table had slowly relaxed towards her, the three pollen limbs sleeping with feet outside blanket. She could hear the sound of water gushing through her. Softly, like the little brook that starts and ends with seasons. Write on her palms, calm down his restless fingers, tap a song into her head.
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