The chosen left without warning
She still on her knees in the temple Offering, bargaining anything she could recall for one last grasp of his hem, one touch of his sandal. Wrapped in sacred clothes, he would glance at her from the side yet, she hung on every word. What came from his mouth was gospel and one touch could change her world. The chosen left without warning as she wailed and tears flowed. She, left behind in the temple surrounded by scraps of what wasn't but could have been.
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