I wanted her to notice me. To see me for the first time and perhaps recognize that I was present. But in her world, I was less than a shadow. Less that the light breeze that teased her hair with the prospect of flight…of freedom.
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tim mcmurdo 
Tim, this is beautiful. Your words as well. Happy place to be.
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Thank you, Liz!
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Beautiful serene photo. Enchanting story.
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Thank you, Amy.
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