Face to face
She, active and sweet and sea of emotions
Wrote and led the team and sent messages:
“I will be in my hat…”
Time came up
She was there
An almost disabled
Crazy?
Introvert?
Witch friend of Technic?
I, silence, in mirror:
“My judgement? ”
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