When I was younger, I always stared at the ground. I watched
every step I took, every spot of pavement that disappeared beneath the shadow
of my foot. I took each step with precision, over and around every crack and
imperfection in the cement. One two three, one two three…that’s how many
strides I could take, in rhythm, within each individual square on the sidewalk.
I counted them carefully. They were always exact.
As I
grew older, I began looking up. I found shapes in the clouds during the day—a
mermaid here, an angel there, a strange creature that resembled something of a
cross between a turtle and a dragon. Come night, my gaze met the brightness of
the stars, glimmering and twinkling against the blackness of the sky. My mind
looked for no shapes, instead taking the stars for what they were, and dreaming
of others, like me, who were looking up at the same ones.
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Until later,
- Justyne
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