It wasn't often I caught sight of one with silver strands in their hair. So the fact that I'd been caught red handed and opened mouth staring at the woman who had such hair...was not surprising. I mean, on such a young face, the silver streaks seemed to glimmer with an ethereal light, creating a beauty to her that could not be matched by those who hair was not yet turning grey. I found myself breathless. Yearning to start a conversation, yet unsure how to do so. What could I say? How would she even react if I brought it up. I didn't know. Yet I found myself walking up to her, distracted by how the light danced on those strands as she moved. This, this was one I wanted to get to know. If only for an instance.
-Inspiration from an encounter at work
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