And in one fleeting moment my heart grew legs, sprouted down and took their stand. Before I could stop them, hands and feet appeared. Clumsily, they grabbed their bags and stumbled after you, trying to keep grip as the rain did it’s best to shake them, but only washed away the memory of others past.
I did nothing but watch him leave; a lackluster flick of the wrist and fingers to send off an old friend. My new home, in the chest of another.
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