Witch Sisters” - Courtney Arnold

Witch Sisters Courtney Arnold ‘20

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When you worked yourself to a sweat stippling in the cheekbone’s shadow, he exhaled, and a breeze bustled through the window, followed by the smell of summer FHGDUÀUHVDQGWZRQRWHFULFNHW melodies.

When you reached for your water to drink, he pushed it closer to you so that you wouldn’t accidentally sip from your paint water. When he touched the glass, its contents turned to wine.