A Moment (at my desk)

He knew, before I knew, what I was thinking while I was looking at the floor. And in his face I saw recognition and thought to myself, gosh did I think that aloud? Did we just have a silent conversation?

But no, such things are not possible in the world. The world is a normal place where people comb their hair and wipe their hands on a towel.

Still, I recognise magic moments, bottle them like sunlight, turn them over in my hands, believing that each moment has more life in it than expected.

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