The Ice Sculptor

The Ice Sculptor
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I met a friend today, I haven't met her in a while. I am concern of her situation, her sadness, the visible tiresome and the short look in her eyes. She had helped me before, pointed me to the simplest answer. I wished I could offer something and ease her almost sorrow outlook, some advice in any form. I did not, since I haven't much to say, but to listen. Be well, I wished you.

Meeting an old friend.

Meeting an old friend yesterday. It was long overdue. I have not seen or talk to her since last February. We had a great time, we did not talking that much but knew that we care very much about each other well being. I concern about her health, she seems fragile, weak and full of cloud, though still gracious and her self.
The short of conversation we had, gave me the insight on how perfect the images of you and I on her. Another hurdle to pass through that would put my friendship with her at stakes. You are her golden kid, so am I, but I am supposed to be your mentor as I am her confidant and friend. Knowledge of all, will destroy this.