Flutter

Real, is it real she smiled, she looked out the window, and the better she began to feel the greater the sunshine, was it possible that another living soul would understand too, how love really worked, the less we held on the more we actually hold. Solomon smiled, and the sun came out, your right about that girl, it’s all real, amen.

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the heart flutters as she closes the door, behind her a memory ahead of her a future and a hope, flutter little bee, the butterfly affect, one soul helping another, amen.

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