Arms full of bags, we crossed the parking lot, the Italian sunset frosting us, our hands cradling statues of the Leaning Tower. Something about the blush of colors across the sky was satisfying, and the four of us leaned on each other's sweaters, knowing this was happiness.
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This is so vivid - I can feel your happiness and the moment.
I love the picture. :D The end of the first sentence is worrisome to me, because you use 'hands' twice, but that's just me fresh from my fiction-writing class of doom. I do like it. :)
This is lovely :)
Cassandra - oh, oops! :) I meant to take out the 'in our hands' part. Quick-edit time!
Ah - there! I've fixed it!
Much better. :D
Oh do I like this.
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