Sunday 14 February 2016

Return - from the archive backlog

why and wherefore

Smaller than me; smaller than I remember.

Maybe the time of absence has altered the perception of the physical?

In the car she takes of her shoes and socks, her nails are painted.


She leans in, rests head on shoulder.

Different smells, sweeter.

He touches her leg.

She holds his hand between her thighs.

They drive.

The night falls.

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