Tuesday 1 January 2013


A dream so vivid you know it will stay with you like the memory of something real. The setting was - is - that place of stones and railings, but the cast is confused, made up of people who didn't exist for you back then. Apart from one. She is waiting; she has not aged a day. You tread carefully because you know where you want this to lead. You take it there, slowly, to the place that is warm and dark. You move in close. Her perfume. God, you tell her. You even smell the same.

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