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Leaving the house she

Takes one big deep

Breath.

Pacing herself, she

Begins.

The familiar route down

to where he

Belongs.

Down the village storefronts

Blushing.

Past antique dealers, knock-

Off convenience stores

Boundlessly.

Reaching the empty

Bookstore.

Gazing through a dusty

Window at the

Bewitching

Man inside, his smile illuminating

Beautifully.

Today, she whispers to herself,

Will be the day of

Blissfulness.

Clutching her bag anxiously,

Bravely,

She opens the door

Bodaciously.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

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