Billowing white steam against pearl white sky...filet of some unknown flounder on southern horizon--or is it flakey cod--pulled taut over the ribs with every breath. Girl with dark sweater--almost black--carrying bright blue vinyl binder and swinging her long brown hair as she makes her way up the hill. Muted sun. Season of return--the stubble grasses to the earth, sunlight to its source, rains and fields. All possible change clothed in loss... Banked fires, long-time friends, a time for stories. Maybe a glass...pear brandy on a low table in Amsterdam...veiled trees in the canyon...
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