Considering Karelia, Corsica, Almaty.
July 19, 2007
Wake thankful to the day.
The gauziest of humid nets clung to the wind, matting the hair, soft and limp to the sweep of fingers away from damp skin.
The heat is perfect for dreaming you are not here. And perfect for looking around at things that are here, it brings them closer, banners, leaves, windows, buses, outside tables, to you, like a glue that takes you by the hand as you all turn in the steps of a very wet dance.
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