There is a stranger.

 

She works in a bookstore,

a dot in a city of

three million squared,

equal amounts in buildings.

 

She has a great smile

a demeanor so sweet

it makes a person dream of

a giant oak and a bagful of legends.

 

I approached her accidentally

and she sidestepped her duties

for me

to be a small part of a little girl’s dreams

to help a young eight-year-old lady

romanticize life for five hundred pages.

 

It is easy to get confounded and absorbed

by the numbers of the world,

but one,

right alongside one,

also creates a world

where the imagination transcends the impossible

and two separate, beautiful girls

can be one.

 

 

 

 

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(written on pen & paper)