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Her Thoughts

So she stands against the back door peering through the window. Her face rested against the cold pane of glass.

She stares blankly at the moon as if in trance. Its glow beats down upon her casting light into her fixed eyes.

The stillness of the night fills her as she leans even harder against the locked door. The trees reach out as if to grab her. Telling her to come. Their long branches stretching out to her.

Her breath leaves the glass fogged up for a moment. Her mind takes her away to another place. She stays there.e

In a blink she writes in the fogged up pane with her hand, wiping it away as she goes and walks away.
soulrunher soulrunher 41-45, F 2 Responses Dec 10, 2012

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beautifully written prose

The moon is always there, somewhere, watching, knowing us in our light and dark moments, forever changing just as we do.

I know what that feels like ... what did she write on the fogged up pane?

It changes from time to time.