The Cerulean Temperament
The afternoon sky awoke in a fit of violet jealousy, bruising the horizon with rich, velvet shadows that spilled over the roofs of the quiet village. Down in the square, the cobblestones soaked up the lavender temper, turning the fountain’s spray into fine threads of plum-coloured glass. Nobody dared carry an umbrella when the heavens were in such a state,…
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