from the land of dreams in the misty island. Or, alternatively, from the flat above a shop on the Kentish Town Road, amidst the shouts of the midnight drunks and the police sirens.
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
brief
She was very much as she was then. Slender, olive skinned, with flowing brown hair and a fresh face. She had been standing next to me, explaining who she was until I told her I knew, how could I not know. I smiled, turned over and made as if to sleep. She came down behind and put her arms around me. I could feel her smile. We were together. Then I woke up with that terrible longing for irretrievable times long past.
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