If I wanted to, I could just extend my arms and hug her, because there she is, opposite me, and the distance… The distance, you see, is so close—but I hold myself back.
She is looking out the window.
Perhaps she is immersing herself in the grays and purples quivering there, on the other side of the glass, reaching a blur in the cold October sunlight. Perhaps, with great patience she is waiting there, waiting for the night, for the darkest hour.
…shabab khan blog
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