ponder prose

A story about she.

She thought the year apart would consolidate her ideologies, cast away her doubts and crystallize her confidence. However, she could not be more wrong. Mind and heart were at war once more when greeted with his familiar smile. All that she fought for broke loose and flew away like chaff in the wind. Ideologies, doubts and confidence took on new character profiles. What is in a face that can trigger memories and precious moments shared between people? Why only certain people? Why you?

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 She is Claire, and this is her story. It began when she noticed an outline of a man sitting on a bench eating a banana on a frosty winters morning. 

Glances at watch. Train in 10minutes. Glances at platform. Nobody in sight.

If it wasn't for the mist from when he exhaled, you could have mistaken him for the dead. Or a statue. She took a step forward towards the figure. 

"Hello Stranger" 

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Home cannot be contained. It is but a mere fancy of the mind. It worm-holed itself into the presence of You.