An Admirer

An Admirer
An Admirer

There is such beauty in the way she moves. Such elegance. Such grace. You can see it in her eyes how she loses herself. She goes to a different time, a different place, and you can tell by the occasional smile that it is precious. She never noticed that she was being watched, and she never saw that every time she smiled, he did, too.

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