Lacuna – A blank space or a missing part

He was caressing her small arm, the daunting afternoon clouds running towards the horizon and with them the remaining of rain; the smell of wet soil filtered by the dead trees’ branches was filling up their silence.

A minuscole dimple encountered in his fondling, he looked down to a tiny white scar on her skin; but kept on cuddling her without talking.

 

 

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