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Looking from her window, she sees him.
On the wall now, her fingertips plush to the walls spiny surface, down she creeps. On she walks now , her feet flat inside her Chuck’s, her body pressing against then welcoming the light, the air, the scents as they pass through. On the corner now, her knees bend lowering her from the curb to the street. On her way now, her mind not focused on the cars passing through her, she crosses the street and enters him, is him. Looking up, she sees herself.
Seeing her in her window, he smiles, waves.
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