the old house creaked as she leaned against the front porch post, chipped paint, which had been crisp white, now weathered through. hair fell in long curling pieces of ribbon around her face. skinny now, almost gaunt, yet still beautiful.
she finished the last drag of her cigarette and he photographed her in colorless tones.
black and white would not fade as she had.
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