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The Entrance Hall
I’m in an entrance hall.
And I look towards the furthest doorway.
I see her.
She looks up. And immediately casts her eyes downwards.
She assumes that I can see her.
But what she believes I can see, she is ashamed of.
She doesn’t wish for it to be seen.
She’s spent a life time holding up a facade.
A cumbrous lie. Forever against the weight of gravity.
But what I see is not that.
And if she could see what I see, I imagine that her life would be so very different.
I wish that for her.
I wish she would look up.