On the Special Ones
Now and then, we happen
to witness the Special Ones. We watch them from a distance. We watch
them, although we would like to get close, really close. But we
don't. We stay away. That way, they will always be that. They will
always be special.
He felt it the moment
they met. He didn't need to hear the voice, hear what it was about to
sound. He knew. He always did. Because the people he admires, the
ones he calls the Special Ones, are the people who are the loudest
alive. They are the closest to uncertainty. And that is where he
wanted to be.
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