Words,: Zilch
We met at the intersection of two very different places. I was northbound, and you were heading south. I remember you wearing a long black dress with denim jacket. Duffel bag in hand, you were lost in your own world. I walked up to you, then I said hi. You smiled back with those brown eyes shining…
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