I sat as I had seen the beautiful girl doing and thought of what she might have contemplated at this odd angle so convenient, wondering if the thought about solving the problems of her world as I did mine.
And the girl I want to be is "very conscious about what [she] thinks about." And as we stand, crowding toward one another, she softly lifts a wish into the air that the girl would come to that point in her life and I truly, deeply yearn for her to lift such a wish for me. Lightly, gently, slowly into the elements.
With the shadows dancing across his face in my peripheral vision, teasing my thoughts as to whether or not he was entering them, snapping my neck back to reality.
J.
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