Thursday, February 14, 2013

Sanctity

Late that night she walked in, heels clanking together. She payed no attention to the glares coming her way from the sides, and the light of the candles only gave enough light to hint at the discolouring of her arms and legs. Nothing about this girl was sanctity, but the pat-pat of her bare feet reminded those frozen faces of a child-like innocence they never had. As she walked herself closer to Him, she found herself lifting out of this world, to something that held more promise.

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