She would miss the big picture and be fascinated by the small details.
She dint see 5 people wasting away a part of their life while their peers were busy running the rat marathon. She saw the tears of laughter in her eyes in the mirror, the way the the waves of music and laughter hit them all , the squeak of the footwear on granite floor and the squeels of laughter inspired in her, the fascination in those eyes, the blue-green insect that adamantly sat on the main door .
She stared at them, be amused in part, inspired in part, deliberate over them know she'd seen a beautiful thing today.
It was hers in spirit. All hers. No one else owned them you know. They just dint know.
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