Where is she?
What does she see?
What is she feeling?
What is she thinking?
What is she going to do?
I think I have felt this way a few times in my life:
When the Challenger space shuttle blew up,
and I had applied to be that teacher in space.
That night my husband asked me to marry him.
9/11.
I wonder if i looked like this on those occasions.
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