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العراب للاحجار الكريمة
العراب للاحجار الكريمة
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Whether it’s her blonde hair that moves like a willow, or her eyes that sing to me like a siren, the freckles on her cheeks, the scar on her leg, her chipped nails, her little thumbs. I can picture her so easily. The way she looks up when I say her name. The way she starts smiling before she finishes telling me something funny. Sometimes I think about her until I almost feel like I’ve seen her. Then I remember how long it’s been. I wonder what she’s doing. If her hair is up. If she’s tired. If something happened today she would have wanted to tell me. We aren’t together. I still catch myself wanting to go home to her. I think I could spend a whole afternoon listening to her talk, and on the way home remember something else I wish I’d asked.
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