Story #11

He laughed. So heartfelt. So light. His face was so inviting – the beard on his chin – the darker coloured skin – everything made me want to go and talk to him. The flowers around his chair, the chair itself, everything vibrated of such a coloured light – invisible to the eye, but communicating straight to the soul. It made me calm, and I just wanted to sit there. To feel it all over again.

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