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We seem to gain powers when we're together.
Powers of love, of happiness.
Powers of never letting the child inside die.
We may turn a high street store into our home
And talk personally about our feelings on its floor.
Or about the foods lying forgotten under its shelves.
The shop, the town, even the world
All become a place of play to us,
A place constantly adapted to fit our mood,
We marvel at the beauty of sparks from a train in the rain,
Or display the passion we feel for Marks & Spencers chocolate mini rolls.
Our laws become our own,
Our norms our own,
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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