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!
She hands me flowers she had only seconds ago cut down.
For you.
Thank you.
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!
She hands me flowers she had only seconds ago cut down.
For you.
Thank you.
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aww how nice :)
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