A Story Unwritten Continued

“She closed her eyes and brought her arms to the sky. “Live in the moment or parish,” she whispered to herself. Taking flight is only for the brave but she is the bravest, at least today.”

The sound of footsteps behind me pulled me out of the clouds. I gently closed the notebook. I knew it was Peter. We meet at Cherry Park when we cant find each other. It’s where first met. It’s where we can be only us. The world grows silent here.

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