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she stared at the blank page, mind flashing back to a cold night. lights that swung from trees and people laughing, dancing. tender embraces and pearl white smiles. always on the periphery, surrounded but never included. where was the warm hand she had come to know and love?
& she never stopped trying. shoes lined up in a neat row, skirts and blouses carefully hung on a wooden dowel in the closet. ascending, descending, levels and graphs and charts. is this what her life had become? where was the dreamer, the child? what happened to the make believe stories and the dragons and castles and dreams of fancy?
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