When something moves so rapidly, it tends to look so still.
A flurry of unsettled thoughts-tea leaves swirling with the spoon-chasing, dipping, floating, scurrying.
She had stepped out unescorted-flushed by her own audacity and calling god, by habit.In her head,she had thrust flags into the bosom of every step and conquered it.
Her apprehension had been replaced with a newer one....
the longing to belong and to fall irreparably in love with longing.
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