Standing in a seemingly endless queue, I suddenly noticed a woman’s hand outstretched holding the rail from behind me. It was not young but nor was it old and as I gazed upon its satin texture for that momentary glance, I became intoxicated with its sublime simplistic beauty.
As I stood there with her colourful oyster-shell nails glimmering beside me, I felt her warm presence burning through my back with the heat of a summer’s midday sun, which although consumed me with profound sadness, also filled my heart with peace, and comforted my soul easing my hidden trembling anxieties.
Within a precious moment though, her soft hand was retracted and as I slowly glanced round to attempt a glimpse of her princess image, her flowing auburn hair flashed before me on the breeze above a sinuous silken white dress, as she floated gracefully out of the door melting into a crowded sea, leaving only a tear within my eye reflecting her beautiful image to last my lifetime within only fleeting special memories, before for eternity, she was gone.
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