Presence

She couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it was always present.

Expectant, yet unknowing of exactly what was to be.

Consistently brewing and bubbling, allowing its contents to marinate deeply within itself.

Her spirit could feel it, yet her mind couldn’t birth its contents.

Day after day, she continued on, not knowing if today would be the day that it would choose to come forth ready and willing to be identified.

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