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#Visdare – Precarious

If she had not had such beautiful ankles, I would never have noticed that Anya Fedrova touched the world lightly.

It was a fine spring morning, the finest, a morning to fall in love with the world all over afresh. But being in love, already, with life, I fell in love that morning with Anya Fedrova’s ankles, and therefore noticed, as I watched them with idle enjoyment, that she did not disturb the dust where she trod, did not, in fact, touch the ground, except when she remembered the need.

And in that moment, I knew her.

So I must tread my precarious road to salvation alone, and Anya must cherish and protect a more worthy soul. It is as it must be, and I accept it.

Even so, if they do not wish us to be aware of our guardian angels, they should not make them with beautiful ankles.

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For the image that inspired this, and to see other responses to the prompt, please visit Anonymous Legacy

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5 comments on “#Visdare – Precarious

  1. This gave me the chills. Lovely creativity!

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  2. I love your imagery and voice!

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  3. “And in that moment, I knew her.”
    this gave me goosebumps all over.
    beautifully worded – a great story…

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  4. Beautiful. It is truly the smaller, more subtle details that clue us in to the more extraordinary things around us — and you’ve captured that here so well. A gasp of delight, a breath wonderfully stolen — in under 150 words. Well done!!

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  5. Wonderful detail, and such beautiful imagery!

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