Each Day, Every day (Micro-fiction)

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She was pure radiance. A beckoning warmth of autumnal sun whom you could see, and touch without getting your hands burnt. She carried the fallen sunbeams in her nurturing palms, allowing them to seep through the lace of cloudscape back to their clear city of radiant glory. Wreathed in a shimmering multitude of dewy jewels, she waited for dusk, each day, every day.

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