She sat on an antique chair in the corner of the room, french oak beneath her red dress and heels. Pressed flowers of many colours in old frames of many sizes adorned the walls, and a mirror on the dresser beside her reflected the light on her skin.
"What is the most beautiful thing that
you have seen in this world?" she asked.
Alas I had no answer, for I am just a
man and the sunlight covers all the
things I see
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