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Crying Into A Mirror #7


Noticeably trembling, she tentatively reached out a hand, and on the cold glass quivering fingers touched again.
Her tears made it impossible to see exactly what was happening, but a strange thrill coursed through her when she felt fingers brush her own fingers until her hand was clasped by another.
She stretched out her other arm. When she felt supportive arms reach around her shoulders, she was overcome by a deep and profound peace and as her eyes closed she let her head drop slowly and softly forward.
And her jubilant spirit soared.
This time, this one last time, forever.

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    Neville Hunt 5 months ago

    A brilliant tour de force!

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    Drew Martyn 5 months ago

    Marvellous, so pleased you enjoyed it sir :)

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    Christopher 2 months ago

    Very moving. I wish I could get half that kind of humanity into my stories You really seem to experience these things as you write them, as if you're in the room. I've always been just an observer, so my stories tend to be told from standing outside the window and looking into the room.

    You need to submit that into a writing contest.

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    Hear, hear!

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