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Distant Friend

The black hood cloaked her so only a pale white face was showing.Her features where too strange to pass as human but beautiful all the same. Her dark eyes looked at me longly but we both knew it could never be the way it was.We both had our obligations to other people now.Her small thin hands touched my face gently on the cheeks. I pulled down her hood and stroked my fingers through her almost white hair Then kissed her forhead.I made a joke about the cloak saying it was from some kind of witches order.We parted ways and with a flash of light she was gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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