Your Cruise Director (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cruisedirector) wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wednesday100,@ 2004-01-28 10:25:00 |
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"I'll read your aura," claims the woman in the bookstore, neck weighed down with charms and fingers burdened with pentacle rings. Martha smiles politely and turns from the black-blue of her, an unhappy contrast with her moonstone earrings.
Martha can read auras. Lana's is golden-pink, streaked with red now she's becoming a woman. Lex's is dark steel with a silver corona. When she first saw Jonathan's, after the meteor shower, Martha wasn't surprised that his aura would be summer-green.
Clark's is pure white, like an unwritten page. But her own drab brown has fire in it, and she fears herself.
"I'll read your aura," claims the woman in the bookstore, neck weighed down with charms and fingers burdened with pentacle rings. Martha smiles politely and turns from the black-blue of her, an unhappy contrast with her moonstone earrings.
Martha can read auras. Lana's is golden-pink, streaked with red now she's becoming a woman. Lex's is dark steel with a silver corona. When she first saw Jonathan's, after the meteor shower, Martha wasn't surprised that his aura would be summer-green.
Clark's is pure white, like an unwritten page. But her own drab brown has fire in it, and she fears herself.
