CURRENTLY READING: Children of Ruin by Adrian Tchaikovsky

08 January 2017

shiny people

She arrived with a pixie cut. I was happy to see her. I don’t really know her. Not enough to call her my friend. Colleague at best. But yet she is one of those people among many I know who are the shiny ones. Those who though you do not know well, you hold them dear. Because the world shines with them in it. Though they are not dear friends, you are grateful they still exist in your life. Life is brighter because of them. You are proud and happy to see them shine so bright in their own light.
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