Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Sitting in Cathase

The days are hot and the nights perfect for playing shadow puppets on a wall around a fountain. Friends come and then they go. Some you meet for the first and last time. Some make you smile. They are all real.
They are happy.
Heat escapes from the walls and smooth cobble stone ground at the end of laser days.
Nightwalks turn into dreams. The tree.

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