Typical dream scene. Beautiful girl at the top of the stairs. Music swells in parallel to the racing heart. Breath stops. People gasp. She's too lovely. Her hand hovers above the railing as she descends. An angel from the skies. Too cliche. Goddess from the heavens. No better. But still true. This is every movie, every song, every fairytale. This is love rewriting the day to be perfect. This is how memory will seal it forever. This is okay.
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