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Post by Don Schaeffer on Sept 24, 2010 16:50:49 GMT -5
The community restaurant shows pictures of us as we dine on tuna salad or pancakes. I can't keep my eyes from the faces joined together by eye bends and mouth twists, gene pools, refracted by the tides and winds. Living through their aging and their youth, back floating over change. I can feel the squeezes only familiar bodies give. I blush with them. The place of joy wouldn't impede us--lip corners up brow edges down.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 30, 2010 14:09:46 GMT -5
such powerful description
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Sept 30, 2010 15:15:45 GMT -5
thanks Dunstan
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