Affinal

Like a smooth pen on the soft paper, like the scent of chocolate and cardamom, like the warm-coloured curtain filtering the afternoon sun, did everything really had its best, perfect, only half?

While thinking this, the child raised her left hand as to contemplate her sister’s shining wedding ring that badly fit on her little finger.

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