1# "A lady sits in an armchair by the window of her living room. The fire is lit, its orange glow siting in the company of dark mahogany furniture. It is snowing outside, a window of pale grey touches her face and fills her with its lonely sorrow. She is isolated from the warmth of home, family. There is a knock on the door, things can change. It’s her daughter, filled with the life and colour of her home, none that she shared with her mother. Is there hope? No, for that grey has always been death."
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 06:25:46 +0000
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