A secret of some kind.

8 Nov

I have been observing her for a few days now. She has that slick smile on her pretty face and sparkles in her eyes. It’s like she knows something, a secret of some kind, one to which only she holds the key.

She’s a bit impatient, but she takes deep breaths to calm down her heart that’s pounding with excitement in the chest, like a wild bird in a cage at the sight of the sky. 

She knows it, she can feel it, she’ll soon fly again. “The rest is rust and stardust!”


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