A litany of headlights blinding her, she stands unsteady on the dotted traffic line, takes timid steps toward rolled up windows behind which any horror could crouch....
we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome
Our past sins, our fractured lives-soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.
Hers is a timeless life weaving through other longer lives like a flash of lightning in a clouded evening sky.
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