Friday, October 05, 2007

encounter

It's almost dusk. I walk into the field.

What's your name?
Nina...

Nina? Do you live here?
Yes...
(why do I say this? Perhaps because today, after a long week, I choose not to be a strict constructionist)
Good! Not many people nearby... Here!


029 copy

She hands me flowers she had only seconds ago cut down.

For you.
Thank you.

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