AN AFTERNOON OF PASTA, RADIO, SMOKING AND MAGAZINES
posted by Mrs Tremond at 4:08 pm
Saturday, June 09, 2007
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- A HELLO THAT FELT LIKE A GOODBYE TO HER
- THERE WERE TINY FLIES ABOVE THE CHERRIES SHE DECID...
- SHE SAT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE WATCHING HER TEA GO COLD
- FLOWERS IN HER HANDS AND WIND IN HER HAIR
- THINGS TO REMEMBER, THINGS TO FORGET
- FULL MOON, OPEN FIRE
- SHE LAUGHED WHEN SHE SAID IT, BUT IT WASN'T A JOKE
- THE EVENING SUNLIGHT ARRIVING IN HORIZONTAL RAYS
- THE WORLD WOULD NOT BE THE SAME
- SHE HAD JUST REACHED THE SIGNATURES
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