celeste_noelani | If a Picture Paints

Here is a piece I wrote for my Thousand Words project that is right now a quazi-collaboration with my dear friend

curious_cynic. And by quazi, I mean that I just look through his amazing photographs and write a bunch of crap. Anyway, I stayed up way too late writing this and I'm not even sorry. (Hah, ask me about that in the morning.)

Here's the link:

The Lady (or, Memoria)
The children ran around her, hands sticky with saliva and donut glazing, mouths wide with the gap-toothed laughter of the world as a playground. Their elders came in turn to corral them, shushing and pulling them back towards the chapel. They would go, the loud, loose mess of them, chattering through the opened double doors and into the incensed darkness.

Until it would happen again.

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