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Nov 2018
The stranger who touched my heart.
The one who made it hard.
The one who questioned what, questioned why.
The one who poked and probed until she knew.
The one who held a stranger's hand, gentle and tight.
The one who reassured with a stern look and determined face.
The compassionate one with a golden heart.
An observation in a non creepy way
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Jean  22
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