“Her eyes were deep blue. Long eye lashes guarded them as if they were guarding a treasure of immense value. One could feel the freshness of her milky skin. Her faint odor hung around her and her silken hairs danced… — Aporva Kala Copy Share Image
“An empty plastic bag danced in the wind across the parking lot and I watched it thinking I knew exactly how it felt. It was on a path it couldn't control. So was I.” — Abbi Glines Copy Share Image
