
Her squared jaw, still delicate like the curve of the moon, is etched into the black sky. Unsmiling, impassive, she offers her white-gloved hand to me. In awe, I am unable to move, unwilling to risk desecrating her perfection, her purity, with my touch.
~Jodi Diderrich
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