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I am drinking coffee in the hotel lobby.

The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.

 I don’t think he notices me. 

Only one more body occupies the room. A woman. She stands by the window, looking out to the sea as though it is her lost love.  

I can see the melancholy flooding through her eyes. What I would give to flick through her thoughts at this moment.

I stare into my mug. The dark liquid is no mirror. She must function as my reflection – whole, emotional. 

She is there.

She is human.

What does she think of me? 

What would she think of the things I have seen?

What have I seen?

I want the sea.
 

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18 years old

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