Suzette Richards, Image Prompt, 10/7/2025
Bittersweet-lights are striking twilight. Waxing moon mise-en-scéne witness. Sans commonplace, suit in pursuit of radiant bouquet - its open spray, long stems in delicate hands. She’s clothed in black and white, lost in thought. Under dark brimmed hats, holding composure, yet the scant swivel of the man’s neck will decide if they are just passing ships; moonlight’s palpitations.
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