Firenze

Stories in Firenze

serenity, Life, speechlessness

The End of it all, begins right here.

by Ishita Doval

Firenze — She looked at me tauntingly. Her eyes dancing playfully as her magnetism became harder to escape. She sat there alone in a corner, waiting, to be thrust into desperate arms. She emanates with an odor ...

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