She was there for a moment and then she disappeared. A girl in the mirror, shaped and fashioned by what she loved, like every other person. Maybe she was about to take the first step even though she couldn´t see the whole staircase. Most likely she believed in creating herself instead of finding herself. Maybe she considered herself an unfinished business. Perhaps she eliminated the unnecessary. And the meaningless. She was going along the street as a cloud of cigarette smoke floated. Maybe she was pushed to the edge of difficulty and many other “maybes” were around, but one thing I´m sure of. She was going down the street with her head held high.
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