http://slow.writerscafe.org/EtchedInColour The original writings of author Gio S.P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041577 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A snippet from my upcoming novel, Autumn Leaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EtchedInColour/1500104/ AUTUMN: I don't feel pretty anymore. When I was younger, my mom would dress me up as a princess and we'd go out to eat. And every time somebody acknowledged me, my mom would smile and say, "This is my daughter and she's the most beautiful princess that I've ever seen" and I'd feel it. I'd feel beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EtchedInColour/1499281/ I never realized how important the details were. Body upon body, the warmth of the unfamiliar on bed sheets enriched with the history of one; whose lips ended at a slight curve, whose eyes had a sea of green only comparable to the richest of emeralds, but she did not come with a price tag. 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