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... bed today, resting lazily in the yard and enjoying the rare sunshine. She sat propped up against a cushion, her brown almond-shaped eyes fluttering close. The gentle marmalade hues of sunrise lit up her tiny face and sculpted profile, giving her a gentle glow as if an artist had meticulously brushed and coloured this living painting.
If not for her male dress and hairdo, such a woman would surely enthrall throes of men! Several servant girls stood shyly in a corner, stealing looks at her g ...
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