“Will you blog about today?” he murmured.

Outside almost curtained windows, a hot afternoon had turned to the kind of evening she’d describe as romantic or dreary depending on who she spent it with. End of day or night being born, depending on who she answered.

Inside, she thought, was like a sepia toned photograph.

8 thoughts on “Sepia Tones”
  1. To me sepia would definitely be a introspection with the shackles of civility cracking from the galloping force of will and imagination, thereby delivering me to the azure horizon.

  2. To me sepia would definitely be an introspection with the shackles of civility cracking from the galloping force of will and imagination, thereby delivering me to the azure horizon.

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