Not like a storybook at all.
Wet with rain from the quiet storm out and within she walked into
brave faced, muddy toes, head up
she came openly from her honest heart because it was all she could do
unable to pull the veil from his eyes, she gave up.
His outstretched arm, unsure of its intention for a hug, a handshake or a gesture to prove a point
she simply walked on because the thought of any kind of touch would crumble the toughness she'd had a death grip on.
With nothing left to say, the Woman and her big dog turned away and that was that...
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