A Crying Lady

I once saw a lady with her face in her hands. When she lifted her head, she was crying. I stepped towards her, but then turned back.

If I were in her place I wouldn't want to explain to a stranger why I was crying. But I still feel bad that I walked away.

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A sparkle in her eye

And she lived with a tear in her eye, a tear that nobody ever noticed, a tear that everyone thought was just a sparkle in her eye.

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