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Sunday 21 June 2009

Fifty Odd Words No. 14

I remember: first day of winter and lost trees grappled with a fragmented sky. She caressed a smile of midnight. Her hair veiled all else. I took back the letter, unopened; apparently she could not bear to read it. As she left I put it to my nose. Her scent clung to me like glue.

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