In the short few seconds the strangers eyes locked, they knew the only way to describe that person was ethereal. No other words in world could ever correctly describe them. Even ethereal doesn’t do them justice, everything about them was beautiful and they never wanted to look away. They wished they could look at them forever, or just for time to slow, but that dream was not granted the moment the attractive stranger disappeared into the sea of people. Never to be found again, but to always be known.
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The Ghosts of Myself 
that was really beautiful and had lots of meaning I liked it a lot keep writing well
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This writing is absolutely exquisite. I love how this writing shows a bigger picture then people might think. There is so many possibilities that this story could go and I think it is wonderful. Well done! 🙂
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Ah thank you so much! I really like your use of the word exquisite. I’m very glad you liked it. It’s unfinished but I’d like to make it into a series if I have enough motivation.
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