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Post by Marie Defraine on Feb 29, 2008 22:24:20 GMT -5
Twilight time. Marie's favorite time of the day, or should she say night? The French had a beautiful expression, between the wolf and the dog. And in a sense that was true. There was something so magical and ethereal about twilight time. The color blue in the night sky was so deep, yet still light, and everything seemed to glow under the moonlight. Even Marie's pale skin glowed next to the white dress she wore. Her dark hair tumbled down her back, a few strands gathered in the back, pinned with a silver brooch - intricate and delicate. Having avoided the sun during the day, Marie found solace in walking the grounds now the sun had gone down. The sun was harsh against her skin when she stayed in it for too long. She did not tan, but instead burned. The moon was so much better, though inconstant and fickle as she Shakespeare had described it.
Marie sighed as she walked along the path by a lake, near her house. Her senses were so much more heightened at night when all was quiet. She could smell the sweet smell of apple blossoms, one of her favorite flowers, and she could hear the soft breeze rustle the wet blades of of grass, each bead of water sparkling like diamonds. Twilight seemed to be lasting longer tonight as it was summer, and Marie was grateful. She remembered twilight time in France was beautiful, especially in Paris. The sky was painted orange, gray, and blue, the sun hidden by great clouds. Then she would wander around at home as well, though not alone like now. But Marie probably wouldn't mind the company of another human. Marie let out a sigh as she continued to walk slowly.
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