Arms moving rapidly, as he stays still.
The way his arms move, how they seem like wings.
The silly face he makes.
Embarrassed and laughing as she turns her head.
The spiral of curls, framing her face.
Lockers lining the wall behind her.
Best Friends.
They communicate and read each others minds.
Waving as I pass by.
Ghostly, haunting.
The faint blur of a face and hair.
Bouncy and lively.
The true sign of youth.
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