The Sunday Whirl

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Beads of sweat formed a ribbon chain under the veil. The mantra repeated in her head but she wanted to switch it the sound of bird song. There was a beauty to these grounds, and even flowers. She tried to draw her attention to the brightly colored bird wings that were illuminated by a shaft of sunlight. Concentration was key to her survival and she walked slowly approaching him. What would happen when she removed her veil was dependent on how the man with the scar reacted. Acceptance or revulsion was only his choice.

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