Sitting at An Intersection

So there she was, sitting at one of the intersections of her life.
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She didn’t know he was in front of her.
She didn’t know he was along side her.
She didn’t know he was behind her.

She was sitting at one of the intersections of her life, unaware of his existence.

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7 thoughts on “Sitting at An Intersection

  1. As a photographer, and a poet, I see myself in this position literally 24-7. I read your post just now and I’m just amazed on occasion how only a few sentences can speak such loud volumes.

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