She sits there being the beautiful person she is. Having that smirk between her cheeks. That graceful stride. The wondering in her eyes, the knowingness in her mind. Flipping through the pages, the ages of her life, she studies the lines and ponders. Her glasses slip down, she pushes them back up. the friend that she needs is a close one, one that she knows, on the inside is that friend, the loving being who helps us all through. Mirrors that of only one entity who will remain nameless her forever. but He works in mysterious ways; He works his will through her. His mysterys mask his true intensions. They love all only to be left in waiting, for one to return. To return to the help thet recieved. To help the helpful. The saved will become the savior.
For Rachel Brewster
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