Monday, April 23, 2007
scenes from the (former) tobacco warehouse where I (currently) live: an evening in April
She stands on the balcony, sipping wine. He says things to her. She answers, with enthusiasm.
So why does he walk away? (She takes a sip, looks up and disappears.)
So why does he walk away? (She takes a sip, looks up and disappears.)
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