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She loved his brown skin. He was rich and tall like mahogany trees gazing out of her window. His eyes were deep like the midnight sun. She could watch the stars twinkle there. She loved the way his soft, thick hair danced in the wind. He slipped his brown fingers between hers and spread them out like butterfly wings. When they embraced, the world saw black and white. She didn’t mind a million eyes prying at them, inspecting their skin. And they wondered aloud, “Why was she with him?” He was beautiful, brown, and deep, she answered. And the prejudice of race and time dissolved beneath them. They gave themselves to love.
