grooved wooden beads

Trix leaned against a faded yellow wall, between a ripped black and grey poster of T-Rex and a gutter-blue macrame wall-hanging with grooved wooden beads, six feet long and frayed on the left side, where scuffs on the wall behind betrayed a recurrent strafing. The young woman wore an oversized white t-shirt embroidered with a symmetric pattern of gold thread. The shirt ended at the widest part of her hips, where a black skirt picked up and then abruptly ended above her knees.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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