It’s there. It is following me. I never quite get a good look at it. It only shows for a fleeting second. Only shows itself in mirrors and reflections. Sometimes it stays for days and other times it vanishes. But it constantly reminds me it’s there. It’s following me. It never has the courage to confront me. To talk to me. To tell me it’s plans for me.
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Writer, photog., wanderer. Hopeful romantic. Lover of all things dogs. I write about ordinary people. Follow my Relentless Pursuit. Medium Noteworthy Writer.
