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I just gave someone a lift, they were standing at the side of the bridge where the road turns sharply up hill.
Her name was Loulou; she was hardly twenty.
She was wearing blue jeans, ripped around the knee and two or three woollen sweaters; the morning had been cold but the sun was strong by the time I crossed the bridge.
I was eating an ice cream when I stopped so I offered her one; I had a box.
She took a white chocolate one.
She looked like you.
A lot like you.
A lot!
Ok, you as you were when you were twenty, but I still felt that I was sharing my car with you.
And my ice dreams.
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2 comments:
Grateful for sharing this post.
Well thank you , but you do look like a spam comment especially as you arrived here THREE YEARS LATE.
I hope your business is faster than that!:-)
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