Riviera Rock


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shadow dancing

Christopher Owens – Riviera Rock

She danced late into the night in a Morocco club, smiling through the light glisten of perspiration on her face, her purple dress billowing around her. Several miles away, an addax loped over a purple bracelet in the desert dunes. Unmarked underneath, her husband’s body decayed.

[Lysandre.]

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