Subway Noticing

Her mother led her through the crowds of people using the small space between her upheld arms and body as just the right sign to the strangers next to them that she was not theirs but hers. Leila watched her carefully, she would pull her head up and wipe back her hair just to be able to watch her.  It was something that she noticed in a lot of people, their slight movements that could lead an orchestra of people actively around them.

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