You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits.
You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains.
You see the girl there, through the window, and wonder what lies ahead. She hopes, day after day, for the love that gathers you close, holds you tight and shields you from the world.
You watch the girl there, through the window, and shiver. You and her, one and the same.
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Feature image courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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The Mom Who Runs: 
I like the repetitive nature of this story. 🙂
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Thanks, Val!
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Very beautiful and sad.
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Greetings, ottilliah, and thanks!
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Dear Sara,
I did want to hug the girl in the window. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! I loved the pic and am so glad you re-posted that prompt. It took me back to younger days and watching Anne of Green Gables. I’m glad it resonated so strongly with you! Happy trails and hope the book is coming along!
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This flowed nicely and the repetition was very effective.
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Thanks, Sandra for reading and your comment. I’m always wary of doing something like repetition but felt it worked for this story. I’m glad you thought so, too. Happy trails!
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I like the repetition. We all have different pieces of ourselves that make up the whole. Well done.
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Thanks, rgayer! The photo reminded me of a scene from Anne of Green Gables when Anne is talking to her reflection (and friend, Katie). Glad you enjoyed it!
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