Sunday, 11 December 2011

#11 With A Pocketful Of Stars

I left behind the warm glow of the restaurant, the laughter and the taste of Spanish food, and with a pocketful of stars, swept carefully from the table and into my waiting hand. I walked the streets, alone yet unafraid, praying silently under my breath, though knowing I was safe because God had already answered my prayer and made me invisible. 

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