12 Mar

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He kept talking, talking, talking.

I tried my best to stay focused. 

Everything he said was great.

Fantastic, even. What a wonderful man!

But my mind kept wandering, and wondering …

Whether this was going anywhere.

His hands looked big and warm.

And his lap was very inviting.

I tried to listen without staring too much into his eyes.

It was a strain.

I managed it though.

Because I’m a strong woman.

And I’ve learnt how to handle naked flames with care. 

I know that fires are for warming people, not burning them.


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