palmistry
690-minpalmistry
690-minpalmistry
The blonde was almost a living imperfect perfection. Something between a painting by Leonardo Da Vinci that showed its cracks and didn't perish in its beauty and a Venus de Milo with its arms broken. Inspiration found in the most unlikely places. In the dimple of a smile, in the curve of a nose, in the bruised and insensitive fingers of thick ropes, in the dark circles under the eyes of a stressful job, in the tired and hoarse voice of cigarettes, crooked teeth ready to be straightened, in the shirt smelling of tartar and perfume male—always slightly wrinkled or in the very low resolution photos of the elderly dog that accompanied him. [ Saga x Nao ]
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