Saturday, July 30, 2011

Faces (31)

(31) Her lips were modestly thin, she bit her mouth bashfully, as she breathed in the cold evening air. A gentle white light fell on her face, I could just see the thick red curling line that ran across the soft pink flesh of her inner underlip, showing the imprint from the rim of her glass from which she had drunk a dark Italian red wine.

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