Thursday, December 09, 2004

They live off the land and tend cows and sheep. Pan Stas no longer leaves Rynias at all: he can’t make the hike to the village. I love the feel of his scratchy, unshaven chin as he kisses my hand, my cheek in gratitude. For what? The Fanny May chocolates with the bill stuck inside? Hasn’t opened them yet… It’s because I came back. He says repeatedly: “you promised last time [almost five years ago] you’d come back soon. You promised.”

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