She stood there, with her elbows on the ledge and her face cupped in her palms, gazing below as if waiting for someone, or something . As she waits a memory comes to her from her solitude . A smile plays on her lips . And the smile reaches her eyes as that which she was waiting for arrives ; tumbling from her lips in her forward reclined state .
If someone were to witness her in this moment , as did I , it would be obvious to them that the smile on her lips is now but vestigial to the smile reflected in her eyes . The smile that turned inwards , meant for and inspired by the object of her affections.
-Witnessed by me, as I stood across from on her , my elbows on a ledge.
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