APPLE GREEN
Love grew inside her. When Marya sat rocking in her chair, there were two lives rocking together. Her tiny spring apple grew enveloped in her stomach. In her love.
It was not just hers either. Daddy's hands warmed not only Marya, but also a tiny, sleeping promise. Marya began to write stories of the hues that had embraced and changed her life. Her love.
His voice when he read those words was the honey water she drank. He turned the broken edges in her words and smoothed them with his voice.
Peter even told her she was wrong.
It was not his voice; it was her words.
They were tangerine.
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Hues of Love
Romancethe story of one girl's journey through the many frailties and fractals of love
