The girl… The girl with flaxen hair

I saw her slouched at her chair, thinking of her next line.

I watched her prepare her things for tomorrow.

I saw her and I felt my heart stop.

She finished preparing and resumed writing.

I looked down upon her shoulders to read what she’s written.

I was surprised.

She wrote what I am now doing.

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