The Slow Moment

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Saturday, October 1, 20xx

It was magical, I believe. Right there, a slow moment. We met eye to eye. His eyes were shining like the stars I'd love to stare at night, but not for me. He's so tall, I can't reach him. We talked. We danced. I asked him. But he just laughed at me. Everything seemed to be so slow. But a minute's over. Time's up. He never looked back. I stared at his back, counted the steps he took. I let him go. I smiled. A slow moment indeed.

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