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Death does not haunt me. I see it every day in my line of work. You get use to the inhumanity of man after a while. An anonymous call brought us to the back alley.
She lay, naked and exposed, off the path of the bottle strewn lane. Her exquisite porcelain skin glistened with morning dew and a manicured hand rested against the splay of her black, silken hair.
The color of her open eyes, the way they spoke to me is what I remember most. The blue was sapphire, piercing, and cold. They haunt me still.
COW PASTURE CHRONICLES 
You’ve painted an especially poignant picture. ❤ ❤
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Thanks so much! I appreciate so much that you took the time to comment.
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You are welcome.
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Lovely Sheila, very powerful images you have created, enjoyed your take very much. Michael
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Thanks Michael, I’m so glad you enjoyed it and thanks for stopping by the Cow Pasture and especially for taking time to comment.
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I have a Cow Pasture behind my house so it was like being at home..lol
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Kindred spirits. 🙂
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