Baby Blues
By Samantha MortonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
My soul turned blue when
I first met you and I have
Not known myself since
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Samantha Morton
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Sara sighed as she assessed her own image reflected back to her in the full-length hotel mirror. She looks forward to these bi-annual work conferences; small respites from the everyday that can be viciously ordinary. She wears a sundress that flows to her ankles, black of course, but with white pinstripes. Sessions were over for the day apart from a reception at 6 – Luau themed. The idea of these things makes Sara cringe, but there are free drinks and prizes involved so she grins and bears it.
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