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Still Waiting

written by: Florence At Night



Her tears.

Nothing ever moves, but her tears.

She waited.

Scorching summer days.

Gelid winter nights.

She waited.

Florence At Night

Florence At Night

A story that has been lurking in the darkness of my soul for many, many years. Now, mercilessly, is bleeding on paper. The Other Florence, the one nobody knows.

Florence, Tuscany
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