watered red wine........................The man in the line behind me
making lazy circles in the sky.............smiled as I turned away from the window empty handed.
sliced lemon..................."Not my type" flashed thru my mind
the stones that formed the streets.........as I casually scanned his
rain................................thin tan face, blond-streaked hair, aquiline nose
cold water......................but I lingered while he collected a substantial quantity of mail.
blood stains....................
brown grass on the hills... a flowered dress..............We exited American Express together
a glass of beer.................as if we had known each other all our lives.
sleep...............................In Via Guicciardini, he extended his hand and I took it.
background noise............"My name is Marlin."
low flying planes............. intermittent pain............... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... the red tiled roofs................ wooden cutting board........................ don't bother me now............................ a pad of paper.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... steaming plates of pasta...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... hot desert sand...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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