Adelaine McCloe
Joined March 2021
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A Taste of The Past
The last rays of a fading sun filtered through the windows, barely piercing the thick glass. The light touched her face, muted but still warm. Why had she insisted on those windows? They stifled the colors of the setting sun, transforming the raging, brilliant hues into smoky shadows of themselves. What a waste of money and beauty. Dust motes danced through the haze as her mind wandered. Noah had voiced that same thought back when she had them installed. Smart man.
By Adelaine McCloe5 years ago in Humans
