grantshan

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Dec 1, 2006

"I met her randomly at every season, she was quiet and talked very little. She occasionally looked at me in a way that was similar to the way she would've looked out from a dark window to catch something. Sometimes I would look back, and she would be there; cautious and uncertain. When I walked towards her to say hello, she ran away. Lonely and sad, I sang a song. She understood music, so she understood me. She was a bird under the blue sky that I was able to see. She was a flower I can smell but that was far from my vision. I am rich today because I have worked hard yesterday. I am lonely at night because I have been happy.
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