Wall People

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She hit a wall. Except it wasn’t a wall – it was a person.


But she had hit a wall.

When she stepped back, she could see his face, hear his words, understand his emotions. But when she stepped forward, she hit a wall. There was a barrier, yet he was so transparent. There was no mystery to anything she saw in him.

She stepped back again, and this time saw him more distinctly, sensing physical features of his body, of his personality, of his mind. He was so beautiful.

Again, she went forward and hit a wall.

He spoke with her. They exchanged many words. Their exchanges were clear, humorous, and brief.

One day, someone gave her a picture. The picture was of herself.

She was also a wall.
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