Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunset comes later, pinker and warmer.
You forget every other reason you are doing this.
Remember how it felt in summer; tight waist, broad hips, sticky nights and cool breezes. Fairy lights and dark green leaves. Short cotton skirts, couches in backyards, a hand on your knee. Long hair, bare shoulders, swollen breasts. Strangers.
Sweat, wine, no future or past, stars.
Remember how it feels to be alive.
Remember that you have all the time in the world.
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