Fluent

Fluent
Fifty Word Stories

Her literacy was that of something I’ve never seen before. She effortlessly was able to read the beauty of my soul, bypassing the flaws of my human flesh. That took skill, like Braille to the blind, mastered over time. She knew my language well, her passion for me was fluent.

Written by Tamica Nicole 2016

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