![]() She glanced up from the sketchpad to compare the nearly seamless recreation with its live, three-dimensional counterpart, and she sighed. She took in the perfectly straight lines forming an exact black-and-white replica of the park around her: the bench she currently occupied, the naked trees, the piles of leaves decaying nearby, the people strolling along. Kris Milano brushed the leaf away with her left hand before sitting back to examine her progress. The pencil paused mid-stroke, its movement interrupted by the unexpected intruder in its path. It floated aimlessly, helplessly, above the taxicabs and sidewalks, caught in a dance of impromptu rhythm and improvised steps until at last, it landed. The Blind Side of Love Ingrid Diaz Chapter One The Blind Side of Love (v2) By Ingrid Díaz The red-brown leaf ceased its struggle to hang on surrendered instead to the pull of gravity, to the flow of the wind. ![]()
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