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It had always been difficult to find interest in the so called ‘wo-man’s world.

So it was natural no man came across as man.

And then a stranger walked in who managed to topple her focus on stray animals, nobody would want to write with me pencils and black-eyed –blue-eyed years worn dolls.

And then when she decided to be a little woman enough, he didn’t seem to have ever noticed she was capable of womanhood.

He spoke to her as he would to a stray kitten that had lost its way.

He only listened to her version of lights bells and horses as he would listen to a tell tale.

He hardly realized he had woken a dormant part of a self that now struggled to die away.

And when he sensed a stray kitten was demanding a feline lady like claim, he quickly replaced a warm smile with a stern self.

So now she tried to push it all away…and yet the more she pushed it away the signs of a magical dream refused to die.

Just when memory wrinkled its edges, the sound of a similar whirr….just when she folded a secret passion inside out, a flicker that spelt a destiny would flash away.

And then she longed a longing that she never dared express.