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Woman Walking

I am sitting, talking with a friend. As we talk, her features and identity keep changing. Her features keep morphing and at any point is a different person. I know her at each of these moments and speak to the person she is at that point.

At one point she is Martina Navratilova. At another point she is an old boss.

We continue talking.

She gets up, says goodbye and turns to leave. I watch her and turn to look over my shoulder as she walks away. I suddenly realize that her looks are stunning and as she continues to walk she becomes even more beautiful.

I am awed that I know someone this pretty.

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