Matchsticks

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Heartbeats. Smiles. Exhales. I think it all started with that.

Somewhere, in a small well-lighted place, underneath a different October sky, everything was soft and static. There was a girl wearing a swagger pants and a white t-shirt. Her smile was wide and full of meaning. She was among the crowd yet she stood up there like a glittered light, like she was the only one moving in the center of the jam. She owned the place like a spotlight. Continue reading “Matchsticks”