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Maybe Tomorrow
After twenty five years of marriage she finds herself sitting on a park bench watching a young couple take their vows...don't do it, she wants to say.
"You'll only end up existing in darkness, like me".
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Choices
Golden curtains of light flowing through the crystalline glass of the chandeliers. Monochromatically coloured attire adorned by monochromatic men balancing intricately crafted steel platters. A beautifully polished marble-granite floor blanketed by an expensive Persian rug embroidered with the swollen pride of emperors atop gloriously festooned elephants. |
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