I saw a girl from my window yesterday.
She was walking down the road with a big t-shirt and messy pony tail.
Her chin was lifted just slightly to where the sun revealed every hiding place on her round face. She was not unusually pretty or exotic, her skin was not blemish free. But in that moment, despite last night’s fight with her parents, or the disapproving way her grandfather looks at her when she visits, or the way her stomach will never be quite as flat as her liking,
in that moment,
it is just her and the sun.
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