

Dust and Light Louisette gazed at the city beneath her as the late morning light filtered through the tenth story window, catching flecks of dust and hair and skin before caressing her face and the rough, worn sheets of the bed. She hugged her knees loosely to her chest for warmth and protection, too entranced by the moment to move in search of a robe or blanket to cover what her short nightgown could not. It was only after examining the surrounding buildings that she remembered, and a new sort of chill crept into her chest. Louisette was alone.Dust and Light by ~restlesscourage
She came to the city to escape. She needed a fresh start, a place that her parents' criticizing voices would n
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Helen
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To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. ~ George MacDonald
I'm a #RestlessPhotographer. Yay photography!
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Helen
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To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. ~ George MacDonald
I'm a #RestlessPhotographer. Yay photography!
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To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. ~ George MacDonald
I'm a #RestlessPhotographer. Yay photography!
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To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved. ~ George MacDonald
I'm a #RestlessPhotographer. Yay photography!