Secretly dreaming of a lasting existence, a bubble glides on warm breath. Fragile as a soapy sphere, floating above the humdrum, she maintains an elusive vision. “Keeping my head above water” she replies to inquisitive friends as they ask how she is today. Of course she has the answer to their question but in truth they don’t want to know. Losing herself to mourning wouldn’t do, so she adjusts her rainbow colored scarf and maintains. She keeps floating, above reality, not wanting the bubble to burst.
Very deep story Cheryl
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enjoyed your six Cheryl! 🙂
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Thanks!
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