The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Déjà Vu

I stand, clapping ecstatically against my purple cast. a subtle sting forms in my free hand. this very moment I have been replaying in my dreams for years on end, endlessly manifesting, has finally become a reality. Although, that pain was soon forgotten as tears of the purest joy stream down my face like a dam set free. with the utmost feelings of déjà vu, as I look across, my friends are crying too.

Libby Burrows

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