73/365 Irene
No embellishing adjectives for Irene. To look at she wasn’t too anything, except easily overlookable. Then alone on stage during a sophomore concert she opened and all creation’s untold harmony flooded the hall. Astonished and humbled, I vowed to rely less on my eyes.
posted by - Christine at 6:47 AM
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A short story in four sentences! And a reminder to me of how often my own first impressions about people are wrong.
A dead ringer for Roy Orbison, was she?
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