Infinite

“You are infinite,”

she said,

brushing a strand of hair 

behind my ear 

with one of her wrinkled hands

etched with all the memories

of her trips,

“Stay curious and let yourself enjoy life,”

she said, 

bowing her head to look at me 

over the top of her glasses, 

a small smile hovering over her lips.

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