Brianna Combs

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I sensed the slightest ember of heat, as my fingers were enveloped in that pale membrane of light. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth penetrate my fingers, and images drifted into view like clouds on a distant horizon.
Brianna Combs
The stories are becoming so entangled that they are harder to tell apart
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