A Stanger


She looked like she was in her mid forties.

Had a blue shirt on that was big on her with ripped jeans that fitted right and a smile that was contagious.

She handed to me her most valuable possesion.

A book.

Torn but readable with pages full of mysteries.

She gave it to me saying it was great, sharing out what she experienced to a stranger.

For thus, I didn't knew her, and she didn't knew me.

But it was like we were meant to see each other, like we filled out our destiny.

My honor will forever go to the women in blue.

Since that day she and I will be Friends.



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