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If

If you listen to the ice creaking as it melts beneath running waterif you hear its hushed crack as it shifts its shapeif you feel the ground give by a millimeter, stepping into yesterday’s rain-soaked mudif you imagine what a woman’s bag might do, hanging from a traffic lightif you cry as crowds move past…
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Dear Stranger,

You fixed your gaze on mine. Such a beautiful pair of big, blue eyes. You took a crawl or two, then your little hand wandered toward mine. In your own way, you showed me that you wanted my support—to give you balance, to trust you. Because first, you had trusted me. Moments ago, this table…




