I sight my targets, reach forward, then draw back while steadying my breath.
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Thinking ‘bout a gift for a special someone this holiday season.
Drumming my fingers, waiting, wondering, dancing on the dagger’s edge.
A turbulent storm cut down by pale, thin edges to a fleeting calm.
(Don’t forget to smile. ^_^)
A flurry of white tugs at my memories and pulls out my smile.
A first step, taken with fear and trepidation, towards the unknown.