The lonely life consumes her.
Perfect habitat for this growing creature.
Local library visit ⧣241,here we go.
Step one, step two.
Tip toe her way to “the corner”
A carefully thought out spot where no one could see,hear,or disturb her.
Oh yes, please do open your books to page 120.
Word by word, page by page, the hours pass.
Then it happens.
“Oh wow, still a vivid reader aren’t we?”
Handsome teacher of my childhood, is that you?
Tis indeed.
“Yes, Mr.Holl, indeed still a vivid reader.”
Dialogue continues and in respect for other readers they leave to have a coffee.
At his invitation, of course.
Telling of her expeditions all around Europe.
He listens as if mesmerized.
Lost love in France, Italian cooking.
“And looking into your innocent eyes I always knew you would become something grand.”
Not knowing whether to be proud or appalled, she withdraws herself politely.
The wind moves with her every step.
Looking into the sunset, she forever wonders what destiny has in store.
Lonely bliss.
Lost is born.
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