Literally the shining one, she greets me from a window seat exactly the height of her knee. A perfectly horizontal lap, backlit by glassy sun, as far as the eye
can see. I wait for the unfolding. Her summer robe falls free. Nothing beneath, but nothing showing.
can see. I wait for the unfolding. Her summer robe falls free. Nothing beneath, but nothing showing.
by Charles Hansmann
Sea Cliff, New York
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