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I press my hand on the glass. It stretches, floor to ceiling forming an invisible barrier between me and the city I love. The day is ending the sun is setting, painting a glorious color display in the sky while the city lights twinkle a light show of their own. I lean forward, my forehead touches glass and I close my eyes imprinting the image in my memory.
Tomorrow a plane will take me far away, and I will leave my city behind. New adventures, new friends, a new beginning for my life. But my heart will remain in the city I love.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
How you have painted an image . Live and beautiful.
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Thank you. The story just materialized. Glad you liked it.😊
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and in those moments you let the thoughts just take over the most imaginative story appears – love this Jo, the touch of cool glass and the heart just wanting to imprint everything! all the best on your writing journey, keep on holding on to this feeling, it will create such wonderful words
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It is the best feeling. I hope your writing is going well and you are making lost of progress. 😊
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thanks so much Jo. I really am!
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Ahh, I think we all have a city we can relate to like this 💜
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Agreed. Some places are difficult to leave. 😊
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This is so wonderfully descriptive, Jo
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