Page 2 - The Approach

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It started out as casual like a walk
he took quite obliviously to clear
a mind smothered by bothersome
troubles.

While strolling and gathering a
breathe of fresh air, the very
embodiment of what he longed
for gave him a dazzling stare.

She was flying a kite, being rather
fascinated by how silky it reached
story building kind of heights.

Never before has anything paused
his senses to witness a magnificent
sight. It felt like his body was being
carried on instinct, a reflexes plight.

He could barely acknowledge what
was happening as the very ground between them closed to his delight.

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