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Her eyes

I liked her. She was the new girl at my office. She seemed shy. Avoiding looking into the eyes of the person talking to her too long. She would look at them for a moment. And then look at the floor. As if the floor brought her comfort, she entered the office quietly. I looked… Continue reading Her eyes

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Reread

I,unlike many people, and so I assume, enjoy rereading books I have much enjoyed. The enjoyment comes from the vivid nostalgia I feel, reading the words again, remembering the time in the distant past when I sat with the same book at hand.