" I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high."
CHARLOTTE BRONTË, " Jane Eyre"
I glimpse her sometimes - the real me. Like when lost in thought you glance up to see someone walking towards you in a shop window and it takes you a moment to realize it's your own reflection. I see her then, just as she is, without pre-thought, misconception, past judgements - I see her with my own eyes and nobody else's. She is somebody I would like to be.
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