I am captivated by the glow on her face. She is oblivious to the power of her presence, and it kind of adds to her allure.

I’ve often looked with a degree of envy at those ‘higher beings’ floating around in upper echelons of society with effortless elegance. This moment made me feel those figures would pale in presence of her aura.

Her upward glance and folded hands are praying to a higher power. I wonder what is she asking for. 

Probably, the bird in the cage does not know that the door is open.

She only needs to ask, and the world will be at her feet. Not only is she unaware of her power, but mine too.

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