Dawn (Micro-fiction)

She disrobed the star-spangled skyline with a tug of her roseate ribbon. What lay beyond the sable silhouettes of a swirling mysterious darkness, revealed itself in a midsummer morn’s glory. Her nimble fingers glided loftily caressing the midnight creases. She smothered the indigo bruises with drops of honeyed tears. She was pure. She was divine. We called her Dawn.

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