
Her face was but cold, still and dead.
Remorse and pain shot through him as the scene, he fled.
But never he did discover the mask which she always held.
This is a response to Sonyaβs challenge, 3 Line Tales, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.
Welcome back, stranger! π
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Well done for the prompt.. π
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Thank you π
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