Something in the way her hair moved
when she rode her bike.
Something in the way she smiled
when she looked at a random child
playing with its mother.
Something in the way
she didn't seem to notice
an upcoming truck.
Something in the way
she pulled on her brakes
and put her feet on the street,
almost falling over,
smiling at her own clumsy self,
taking her time to continue her way.
There was something about her
that told him
- with absolute uncertainty -
he had never seen her before.
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Now in a picvoice!
(Music: Bicycle Race - Queen)
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