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Passing my younger self on the street.

Blonde pony tail held back tightly in place,
Back pack heavy on her shoulders,
Walking with a hunch,Β 
In her bubble safe as she should be.

She glances in my direction,
With a look that is free and happy.
A face untainted from the adult world,
A face clearly pleased in the here and now.

In the seconds she passed,
She was a window in time,
That gave me a glimpse of innocence and joy,
Into a world that was once mine.

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