Then came a hug.
Least imagined, never expected.
From a yellow-skinned new acquaintance.
Hardly seven days since our maiden contact,
Merely a third miserable verbal session.
But, she, full of insights about me,
Seeking to explore or confirm, could apparently
Not help leaning chest to chest, and crediting me
For positive attributes I still had to understand then.
Surprised and moved by her gesture,
I felt almost in the middle of the sea of thoughts,
And then couldn’t help thinking of Vickie,
And so, picked a quick tear running down a cheek.
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